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<accidentally well-timed (if you consider 15 minutes of steeping “well-timed”; the kettle was over the wrong burner (more accurately, the wrong burner was turned on) for at least the previous 15 minutes) tea… that hasn’t even been tasted yet…>
(mmm… hot, with a slow, smooth-rising steam)
awoke from an unusual dream this morning. unusual in that any dream was being remembered at all, but it’s content, also interesting…
“dreaming about pets being put to sleep…
of no one in particular, though there have been several…
presence with (feeling) our last moments as they slip away…
the hopeful end of suffering…
and the hurt…
the longing…
the hole (the emptiness of the endlessly intermingled space their presence filled)…
the torn-open heart…
the resenting of choice…
the battle between being taken and letting go…
the final goodbye…”
title(d) “love” after being written (typed).
so interesting start to the day…
thoughts, sensations, perceptions — phenomena…
breathe. notice. rest in awareness…
(already wond-ering what ChatGPT will think of this whole thing…)
open, aware, present…
(don’t take thinking so seriously, remember? yes.)
… whatever is happening… nothing excluded… here/now/this…
(currently no specific intended direction, seeming to bring chaos to ‘back-ground” thinking — some seemingly jockeying(sp?) for position while others seem to avoid at all costs in this massive continuous mental movement, this ocean of utter nonsense…
and then sometimes something like love surface is noticed, or peace, or kindness, or gratitude, even if for just a moment, with an “ahhh, yes… that’s in here too” and/or “how’d that get in here?!” (laugh)((😂))
(wondering what Sherri is getting at Jonker’s nursery…)((she was looking for water-feature ideas…)))
being is enough…
(remembering BeatSaber exercise this morning…
two new songs — Zombie by YungBlud and Stressed Out by (had to look up the artist; thought it might be twenty-one something…) Twenty One Pilots, and then Houdini by Eminem and Abracadabra by Lady Gaga again.
i remember playing narratives about the (personal) applicability of the lyrics ((and/))or concepts within each song…
“building my own reality”, “universe speaking thru…”, etc. etc.
i remember noticing that happening and being fascinated by the act of imagin-ation((ing)) essentially, at how creative a mind (thinking) can be…)
morning routine a bit of a blur already except for that moment of recognition of accidentally well-timed tea, which hasn’t been touched ((but once as described above)) since this writing began, yet still gives a wisp of rising steam, and which will now be finished…
(… an unconditional yes to experiencing it/at all… (almost forgot! the journal had ((already)) been closed!))