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Both, always dancing

There isn't much reason for us to notice. It is, after all, part of the background of our world and it is not likely to go away. Our actions suggest we believe the fence and what lies behind it doesn't offer us that much, doesn't call itself to our attention. Still, while we probably notice in some vague, inattentive way that we pass this place, it barely makes contact with our awareness, we pay no real attention to it.

Ah, yes, it does happen - it does happen that we hardly notice elements of what surrounds us, easily and often. We might as well be gentle with ourselves about it. Even though this is part of our world, we explain, it's hardly an important part, hardly anything that requires us to pay attention.

And I won't say otherwise, how can I? And yet there is something here worth a bit of our attention, some fragment of clear seeing from us. What we might find in this forgotten place is the silent dance between hard and soft, between warm and cold. It is worthy of our consideration, worth spending some of our fractured and unfocused moments to look closely and wonder about. Those dances are always surrounding us and it is our loss when we move so fast that we miss their music.

Blessings

Marco

Still slow

There is nothing about this that is easy. Whenever the day seems to be simple, there is something I am not taking into account. And as though the challenge itself weren't enough, I notice that when I work at understanding or learning or even just sorting out what is going on, it simply adds dark clouds and confusing mist, the threat of rain.

Can I move beyond my obvious discomfort when I am captured by this process, left only with the appearance of control? Can I find a way to retain - or regain - my balance in this moment or the next?

What I know - or, rather, what I hope proves to be the case - is that there is no failing here. There is no thought or feeling or action that I ought to be engaging that I am not. Often, that calms me. And I find myself remembering the little practices - one step, one breath, one moment; that thoughts and feelings are just that and nothing more - all those tools I've been shown to move me along and through.

So I sit, in discomfort and as much as possible without judgment. I sit, waiting, watching for a gentle breeze and soft sunlight.

Blessings

Marco