Saturday, November 19, 2005

Day Seventy-Three

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2 Comments:

Blogger ruth said...

Lovely calm sit today, but a very emotional memory connected to the sound of the fire being stoked. In a way it is the sound of my initial separation from the world even though in this instance it was not my mother screaming silently (ish) but my husband keeping the house warm. Interesting to note the emotion, feel it, know that I am not it, note the sound and know that the sound is not it either....

still holding your post about this jean.

3:18 PM  
Blogger moira said...

Ruth, I was thinking along more generalized lines. Music, machinery outside, dappled sunlight, my husband staring contemplatively at a piece of paper, the smell of lunch... all of these things make up my environment right now. On a larger sphere, there are interactions with other people, politics filtered through various news sources, items to be taken care of, endless things that affect us moment to moment. It seems that the more a person is sensitive to these various stimuli, the more difficult it is to stay connected and receptive at times. I often feel the need to draw away, find space and quiet.

And you have visitors... that can be both a joy and a strain. I hope you are able to find little eternities of peace inbetween times.

8:44 PM  

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