I am reading a book by B. Allan Wallace as I wait to leave. It is called The Attention Revolution - Unlocking the Power of the Focused Mind, and I don't know what it is about this book but I seem to hop up and down as I read it, and not feel focused at all. It seems to remind me of all the things I need to do. I was going to carry it with me, but this 20 pound awareness has me realizing it will stay here, and noting that it will probably be better to meditate while there, rather than carrying and reading a book on the importance of it.
Anyway, in my scattered way, like light entering the earth's atmosphere, which does mean color, I open to these lines. "Let the space of your mind be emotionally neutral, like physical space, which could not care less whether bullets or hummingbirds streak through it."
Well, there I pause. Wasn't I just saying there is all this love floating and wafting between us, like waves in the sea? I hmph at this. I understand what he is saying, and I feel like I play with space, and it plays with me, and I think it likes my nudges, and kind of teases me back, and I realize now, he is not talking of air, but space, and maybe that is the difference. Somehow, I think now space does like to play, and does perhaps prefer a hummingbird to a bullet, but, who, is sure to know. The point is to be more spacious, more and more spacious, and, in that, the bullet will fall right through. Ah, hah! Perhaps, that is the point.
The fog is in, and my suitcase is heavy, so I am conceding to the law of weight, and checking it through. I have also modified the number of books going with me. I can dance attendance with my own words, and, yet, how very hard it is to leave books home. I hear their cries through the space of nonjudgment. : )
I need some work on that!! Happy spaciousness in Air!!
