I hadn't seen these two for ages and they don't even live in Singapore or Dubai! So, this was a triumph of planning and very good fun. It took determination too because they are so busy with tag rugby, tennis, guitar playing, riding, school and half term plans. It is the same with meditation, you have to determine that no matter how many things you have to do, you WILL sit down twice a day and meditate, you won't think or plan or garden or stay in bed, you will reason that becoming still connects you with something you love just as determining to see those grandchildren connects you with those you love. We made a plan to meet regularly in the second half of the term and week by week to eat our way up the Northcote Road, fish and chip shop by burger bar by frozen yogurt and ice cream parlour, pizzeria and tapas restaurant. We hope we can!
Thanks again for an enjoyable session on Tuesday evening. Anxiously pursuing stillness or a meditative state of mind can be counter-productive. Thinking along these lines led me to pen the following -
ReplyDelete“Just Be…”
(Tuesday 20th October 2013 9pm)
”Just be” urged Liz with a quiet sigh to a little group of quiet people
Gathered in an upstairs, Tuesday room in Peterborough.
It is 9pm on a windy, wet October night.
An unremarkable moment where Thorpe Road always meets River Lane and always will.
Just now a cat slinks across a lawn in nearby Silver Street, it sees the neighbour’s dog and takes flight.
Just now Arsenal concedes a goal to Dortmund and gloom descends on many fans of midweek Highbury madness.
Just now a baby girl is born in Mumbai hospital; she cries her first hello and her mother and father cry and laugh their first hello.
Just now the charred remains of the family home gives up the smokey ghost
And all is lost in the burnt out Blue Mountains of Sydney Australia.
Just now in Rio a beloved old man breathes his last goodbye
Those he leaves, loved and lived for cry their last “goodbye”.
The slinky cat in Silver Street looks out from the dripping undergrowth to see if the coast is clear and
Tuesday Liz breathes and quietly sighs again “just be…”
Dear David,
DeleteYou are so kind to write on the blog and your comments and your lines on Just Being are terrific.
There is Just Being always there even when the goal is scored, the baby is born, Sydney houses are threatened and cats slink across Silver Street. It is just that we have to be re-introduced to the It because it has no name and we have forgotten it exists at all.