POSTCARD #209: Delhi, North India: There are times when the whole thing just gets stuck in the traffic jam of Mind – objects in movement screech to a halt, metallic creaks stretch out the momentum, jerk back and come to a standstill. Eyes blink in the silence and falling specks of dust, the world is seen as if it were a screenshot of the present moment. I focus on the long deep in-breath, the forever long out-breath… it is as it is in this instant, a fusion of everything seen, heard, touched, the taste, the smell, and all this held in thought, in words unspoken.
I’m falling into this familiarity again, having been far away from here, the first time in four years. Returning now and I’ve forgotten how to write, how to shape it so it fits, how to allow it to take form of its own accord. Surprised to discover that when I engage with it, that action seems to trigger remembering, opening up a gallery of recollections unfolding and integrated pieces of imagery like massive Lego constructs of long-term memory files (patisandha, if we can call it rebirth), fit together as in a 3D jigsaw, and the whole thing gathers speed like a long straight highway cuts through the landscape, large chunks of it seen rising up and falling away on either side, then the engine noise, a rolling and a tumbling along.
Many thanks for the Voice from blogging friends that reminds me of the connection that’s out there. I’ve got more of an understanding of Indie Publishing now than I had a few months ago, the first section of the book is completed as preliminary draft and the wind in its hair. I know at some point it’ll shout out that it’s complete. Nothing else to say at this time, everything that relates to this swept away in the doppler effect, sounds flatten off and it’s gone….
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dhamma footsteps 
Good to read your words this morning… I was wondering how you were getting along 🙂
Yes, getting along as well as can be expected, headaches sparking like small electrical storms sometimes. Otherwise not too bad…
You’ve been echoing through mind-space here Tiramit. It’s good to hear from you again. Yes – your support team in blogsville is huge…. ❤
Thanks Miriam, the World goes on evolving. And nice to know about the blogsville support team 🙂
It’s good to hear your voice … There is a different rhythm to it which I like.
Your draft, with the wind in its hair stays with me. May it blow softly with lifting lightness 💛
Thanks for these kind thoughts Val. There’s a different rhythm maybe because now I can see an end to it (the book) and things seem to have a directionality they didn’t have before.
Glad to see you back, and good to hear the book is progressing.
Thanks Mick, yes just passing through and thought I’d say hi to everyone…
Good to see you!
Thanks, nice to be back…
happy knowing you are there
somewhere perhaps
in the swirl of traffic 🙂
yes, the swirl of traffic like the eddy and flow of the river where it’s the same time at any point on its route 🙂
The light at the end of the tunnel… great! Yes, you sound optomistic and like the plan is coming to fruition.
The feeling is different yes, from the time when I was blogging and not able to visualise it as I’m able to now, but there are still a lot of decisions to be made. Optomistic though, as you say. Thanks for your encouragement…
Thank YOU for all your guidance!
Look forward to reading more ~ and putting it all together.
Thanks for visiting here and other pages. Yes, putting it all together, I’ll be back soon…