As part of the Sensory Awareness study group, I committed to 20 minutes a day of "sensing." Now, I love that, and yet, as it becomes something on my list, I find myself balking at giving myself something so pleasurable and leading to ease. I must admit I am aware of it throughout the day, and, have felt the difference, and I feel this place of guilt as though I am not fulfilling my commitment with a clear 20 minutes each day.
I speak with Lee today, the leader, and she points out that it is important that I do honor the 20 minutes. She then suggests I could do it ten minutes in the morning, and ten minutes in the evening. How do I wake up? How does breath come in? What wants to stretch? At night, how do I meet the bed? How do I let go of the day and transfer to a place of lying on the bed, and preparation for sleep?
Last night I decided to again read The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying. I know that each breath is a dipping into that, a living and dying, a receiving and letting go. Coincidentally, this morning Lee read a passage to me from the book. I will see if I can find it and place it here, but the gist is how easy this can be.
When water in a glass or lake is still, the particles fall, and the water is clear.
May today bring each of us stillness and clarity, which leads to a richer mulch of mud in which to anchor the lotus flower as it rises and greets.