You Might Need More Sleep
It’s getting cooler and darker, etc.

It’s getting cooler and darker, etc.

Today I have some hope. I keep on, though, regardless of hope. That is the practice.

While I do not believe in hoarding wealth — that’s a significant contributor to our current social problems, I am grateful that I have always been disciplined enough to save for emergencies. So far no one has been hurt. The cat box has been moved to the edge of the room, and the contractor will bring me a sheetrock expert this week.

I’ve been told that the tantric yoga masters said everything is the emanating light of consciousness with a capital “C” (prakasha) and through certain esoteric practices we can come to know ourselves as reflecting back on (vimarsha) this exquisite light. Then we can experience the sublimity of oneness.
Intentional stillness makes reflections easier to witness. And so we sit. And we can reorient our whole view of the world and recognize the emanating light reflected in the play of patterns from our individual and relational embodied dances. And sometimes a trio of dogs and a pond just make a great opportunity for a photo essay.