Today is about eggs. Oh no wait, bunnies. Oh no wait…baby Jesus? Jesus something…
When I began this blog in August 2008, it was meant to be a way of “reminding” myself on a regular basis about “presence” and Eckhart Tolle’s teachings. I believed the mechanism would be akin to having an appointment with a teacher on a weekly basis, and as such, would remind me throughout the week, “I have that appointment on Sunday. Do I need to do anything to prepare for it…?” In other words, “How awake am I, in this moment? Where is my attention?”
I must say, it served its purpose. Since that time Eckhart Tolle’s words have become an integral part of my life, pointing the way back to something more essential on a daily basis. I’ve even managed to meet and date for some span of time two guys who were similarly passionate about ET’s work. Both relationships were (and the current one is) of a much higher quality in terms of sustained positive interactions than most of my other past relationships.
In the words of my meditation teacher, “The work works.”
So now that I don’t really “need” this tool as a weekly reminder, I’ve set it aside to some degree. I’ve been evaluating if perhaps it can serve another purpose? Does it still have a place?
I do, in fact, feel connected to this way of expressing the contents of my head, life and spirit. As I sit here, a sweet, soft space has gathered above my head and in my energy. It’s a feeling of spirit…delicate, soft, moving. There is a magical “something” about articulating transformation, and perhaps moreover, the desire for it. There is a way that, when a desire from below wells up into consciousness, something above can land on it and dynamism is the result.
So I experience at last, writing itself can be a meditation, in a sense. “Opening up a space for something else to come through.” In this case, the “something else” is “care,” and the words are inspired by this, if not directly flowing from it. Still though, it’s clear that sitting here today, typing these words on this website has opened a portal to spirit. And in that way, yes, the blog serves its purpose today.
Driving back to Marin this morning, I snapped this picture on my phone. (Fuzzy though it might be!) Visible in the sky above San Quentin was one end of a somewhat elusive rainbow. As I neared Marin, it grew. Immediately my thoughts went to the men–mostly men–in that old building, wondering about them and their souls, and hoping that the rainbow might be evidence of some magic something in conjunction with them. Transformation. Resurrection of hope.
It is my understanding that, as long as there are human beings locked up in dungeons, a part of all of us is locked in a dungeon. Then again, it works both ways. As long as we keep parts of ourselves locked in dungeons, we will lock up real human beings. With regard to this, I feel as a clear, immediate reality that the greatest contribution I can make to “cleaning up” our human experience is this: unlocking, opening, bringing out into the light of awareness every single last bit.
I can feel how, in that paradoxical way, “the journey continues,” and yet, there is no where to go. I like to say, “Onwards and upwards!!” But for this work, “Inwards and downwards” is most relevant.
