Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
Kaspa writes: I am reconnecting with writing small stones
marigold dawn – cardinal red poppies
We have been in the temple for 20 months. We never really know a place, of course, but there are shallow and deeper ways of knowing, and I feel like the temple and I are close to each other. We know each other’s rhythms, and foibles, and it’s easier to rub along now than it was in those first few weeks, and months. Not just easier, but a joy.
alice blue clouds in a powder blue sky
Satya and I have just returned from Buddhafield. A festival in the hills of Somerset, two or three thousand people, camping together for a few days, taking part in workshops, listening to music, eating good food and walking barefoot in the grass. A couple of people mentioned mindful writing to me. My teacher recently mentioned it to me, as well.
dry petals – slivers of finger nails – around the vase of wildflowers
I have been writing. Satya and I wrote a book. I have written articles for local magazines, and my journal is full of words that no one will ever read. But my small stone practice has slipped, and I feel poorer for it.
The obscure we see eventually. The completely obvious, it seems, takes longer.
Edward R. Murrow
I’m starting up my small stone practice again. I’m running Awake August so that you can join me, and I can have some support. It helps me to write knowing that you are writing too.
Writing takes me out of my own small concerns and brings me into the world. It lets me see myself from a distant place, in the context of this vast, beautiful, universe. I’m looking forward to mindful writing again.
the echo of a coffee stain on this old carpet – red pen on the side of the chair – cat hair sticks to my damp hand