this too


POSTCARD#293: New Delhi: Getting ready now for a change in surroundings, mindfulness is not a choice but a necessity in these preparations for the last hop, skip, jump through the window leading to another reality. First is the enthusiasm (viriya), Right Effort and an attitude of gladly engaging in wholesome activities and virtuous actions. Thus I am here, candlelight, and seated on the meditation cushion, heavens above, earth below. There is foundation in this locality, weight; gravity prevents attention from flying away. A large bathroom towel wrapped over the legs and tucked under to keep out the cold. Blanket over the shoulders and upper body and head enclosed in the darkness surrounding flame flicker of a single yellow candle.

Respect for the the noise of neighbors in rooms nearby… a muffled clatter bang crash from next door doesn’t disturb me, watching the in-breath, out-breath, and this is how it is. Familiarity of place, not looking for anything, not trying to find ‘it’, or whatever, just sitting here. Cool air on my face, framed in the small opening at the top of a warmly wrapped body – and even if at times, attention is drawn towards a small enactment of accelerated thinking, it can be asked to leave here for the time being… this too is overseen by another awareness.

The fact that there is peace in the absence of stormy times, helps of course and seeing that, the sensation of peace becomes bliss. Even so, all this is seen by all pervading non-self awareness, and with that thought I find that everything has side-stepped the sense of ‘wanting’ this and that and the next thing – ‘I’ am not creating it, got nothing to do with it, ‘seeing-awareness’ remains as it is; awareness of the awareness. Seeing the seeing, knowing the knowing. It moves on as I return to the breathing.

Again and frequently there’s the enactment of thinking arising and turning now to how I see it in the mind’s eye; the last of our things packed and the flight to Bangkok leaves in the morning of Friday 22nd December. Getting through the airport congestion is of course a way of preparing passengers for the contained experience of air travel. Rows of seats with as much personal space as there’d be in an elongated flying bus, you could say. Walking with cabin bag on wheels following behind, through a series of corridors like tubes in a telescope, one inside the other, becoming smaller and smaller, reduced to gradually squeeze us into the self-construct; the way we are and the lifetimes lived with it. Finding my seat number, the ‘me’ in the body, the voice in my mind, the narrator telling the story saying, this is how it is… we are seated, please fasten your seat belts, a small window to see blue sky out there, above the clouds.

Landing at Bangkok and another flight into the early evening of Chiang Mai in the North of Thailand. Landing, exit, placed on the ground, carrying the medicated headache as if it were a luggage item at the belt. Taxi and we’re at the apartment. Hello everyone, put on the clothes of who I am here, become the person who lives in this location. Pick up the thread, the sequence of time unfolds by itself, events occur in the forward momentum I create by facing the direction I’m in. The identity I have is here-and-now, home is where the heart is… hold that thought, Seasons Greetings and Best Wishes fellow Bloggers for 2018.


Photo by Berti Buffy: An official at the Sri Harmandir Sahib (lit. “the abode of God”), also known as Golden Temple and the Darbar Sahib, is the holiest Gurdwara and the most important pilgrimage site of Sikhism – also an open house of worship for all men and women, from all walks of life and faith.

 

19 thoughts on “this too

  1. Season’s greetings to you. I hope your journey and your move go smoothly. I have very much enjoyed reading your beautifully written posts this year. Wishing you all the best for 2018. May you be well.

  2. Safe traveling, I’ll be signing for ownership of our new apartment on Friday morning… looking forward to celebrating Christmas and new year in our new home. Happy holidays to you Tiramit love barbara x

    • Good to hear from you Barbara, so Friday’s the day! Ready to step into something new and bringing along the New Year with it – thank you and best wishes for 2018

  3. Thank you for another year of inspiring posts despite headache and moves and all the other vagaries of life that are downright tough at times. I am sad you’re leaving India. My heart belongs there. Hoping you find joy and peace this holiday season and in your new life!!

    P.S. Just love the photo, the heart of India.

    • Thanks Ellen and good to know you’re there, as always. I’m leaving India but not forever. Jiab comes back mid January and I might come along too, we are all neighbours in the blogosphere. Photo by my friends one of whom is the Buddhist monk we spoke about earlier. Best wishes for 2018
      T

  4. I enjoyed the elegance of reading your experience here. The telescope and the threads that connect us into here and now and beyond it, the self that emerges and falls away again. The self that is composed for others to interact with. I really enjoyed the candlelight of the meditation space. Wishing you another blessed Year, 2018.

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