Stillness.

When I sought my teacher, I was trying to fix. To understand who I am. To make myself better. For a while I thought, “Maybe I am just be trying to be.” Yet, I already am. This dialogue is conceptual. (and perhaps blocks experiencing what is here.)

On this day, in this minuscule moment, I breath. I hear. I feel…the cool air across my bare back. The softness of the mattress beneath me. The flutter of my foot. The fluffiness of the blanket that encapsulates my lower body, engulfing it in delightful contrasting warmth. Experiential.

It (life?) is already here and unfolds whether I am open to experience it or not.