Thanks and more

While my log is more like an archaeologists find of psychic shards and old pots which once savored a true moment it strikes me words can also offer a reminder for each of us we can and must enter our own rings of Truth.

What I mean is writing about my experiences and the experiences themselves serve different functions and are related only by some unique capacity and discipline/need of the mind to remember and record.

I am certain writing has its evolutionary function…meaning it helps me bind together that which is inexpressible in language with language…in this there is an art -by its very intention imperfect- but a whole-making in the brainbody.

If I were to lay a verbal intention for the practice itself it would be diving fully into the slipstream of consciousness to ‘know’ myself better. To both follow where others have led and create an invisible light for others who follow after.

It is prayer in motion. It is life lived. It is love expressed with substance. It is ego and egolessness.

It is not available for interpretation.

Writing is more about the act of translation and a different form of communication. Perhaps as Wendy and others say it inspires them to reflect on their hidden places- if only so these places do not hold the power of separation. What I mean is compartmentalization has been my way of surviving and writing on a public forum is a way to break this illusion down.And writing for me by its very nature is to someone else or why do it?

I do agree with one post that says the act of writing alters the experience. How can it not? It reveals hidden intentions- desire to resolve, to convince, to whine. And also it can reveal hidden vulnerabilities of things unsaid because I am always writing/editing to someone. Who it is alters what I say.

Who is to say what is right? Yesterday I felt my fathers substance so strongly over my left shoulder. It was the first time since he died 4 years ago this week. Maybe I am partially writing for him and that isn’t such a bad thing after all if he among others is listening?

But is it important to integrate through language what has occurred in the slipstream? I don’t know.

I certainly collect books and treasure what I get from them but it is another’s presence that conveys and perhaps since presence is so cultivated in my practice there is more communication of value happening in silence? Barry