Just now..... One of these quiet evenings at home....
Everything gets done......there is watering and tending to the flowers. (Living in a tiny flat, but always with many flowers)......there is singing of the song “Winter apple”.....there is frying of fish.....cutting of bread.....peeling of carrots.
The candle on the table is lit. There is eating while reading a paper. There is commenting from mind "you should not read while you eat – you should be present"......and when no attention is drawn, the comment stands alone in space.......about as long as smoke from a blown out candle. The reading continues in the quietude.
And there is dishwashing.
Particularly the dishwashing.......is very quiet. The hands immersed in hot water......the reflection of the water.....the faucet.......the sensuous touch of every object......the flowing intelligent movements.......and all the time the lucidness. The meaningfulness of everything simply is. And yet – there is no particular meaning. And nothing – absolutely nothing – could be any other way.
And then there is tea. Preparing for tea is a quiet joy. Preparing for it is perhaps even more joyous than drinking it
Then the forum. And the "bathing the devine" post from Sparkle The presence of reverence......
Everything....... is within. There simply is no "without". But there is a spilling.......Every thing is spilling up from a depth not fathomable..... This within is not promting any more questions......nothing to be solved at a future time or a different space.
A continuous stopping and yet everything still happens.
Wow Katrine, you have centred me for the day, as I read your post I could feel myself slowing down and down, feel the dishes being washed, the reverence in everything touched, felt, seen.
Just now
Posted - Apr 17 2008 : 4:36:34 PM
