BARE BONES, BARE EXPERIENCE
Trees – at least the deciduous ones – are becoming skeletal in my neighbourhood. But I am grounded, after ‘doing my back in’ last Friday morning. I cannot go out among them and be present for their continuing transitions. Instead, my entry into the winter quarter this year is marked by lessons in bare experience.
During this period I have been able to lie and stand, with an element of clumsy ouchy drama when shifting between the two. I can walk, too, in an impaired and limited way. Today for the first time I can also sit on a chair, provided I don’t stay too long. I do best when I slow down and attend closely to my bodymind and environment as a single gestalt. I find this especially useful when moving. It is also a good alternative to roof brain chatter when I am lying down and not asleep. But I do not attempt to operate this way all the time. It is enough to be able to tune in at will. Distraction and diversion also have their place and I don’t want to fetishise special states of awareness. Awareness is already special.
I feel confirmed in my sense of contemplation, a sacrament of sentience, as a plain attentiveness that holds the apparent world in its embrace. The rest is lifestyle choice. A very stripped down form of experience, such as I am having now, is its own kind of blessing.
I hope your back is better soon!
Thanks Julie. It’s started to mend. I hope to be back to normal within a week.
It’s mending. I hope to be back to normal within a week.
Hope you are soon feeling more comfortable and able to return to spending time with the trees as they continue to change with the season.
Thanks Lis. Gradually mending.
I feel your pain — having been there myself far too often! I appreciate your perspective. Healing wishes.
Thanks Bart! Gradually mending, I am glad to say.
Oh no. Sorry to hear about your back. Hope you’re back out amongst the trees again soon!
Thanks Lorna. Getting there day at a time!
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