Much like the window frame, I position myself to hold it all: the busy mind full of doubts about whether I will get to purchase this house and make it my home; thoughts of Shyla's recent passing and the tenderness my heart holds of her; the myriad tasks needing done for the Co-op, the house, or my clients; and on.
While I try to match the dignified dispassionate stillness of the window, I've built in a compassion factor for my witnessing. Tenderly holding my experience with a caring heart, I mimic the window frame--willing to hold it all. Not needing to push or pull anything into or out of the picture. Arising, passing away. Arising, passing away.
This practice of acceptance of the unhindered sensory input, thoughts and feelings is a journey like no other. It creates a freedom from desire that leaves me not not wanting; a little freer from needing to attain; a little more open to receive what draws into view.
It helps to remember: forget what I think I'm looking for and to pay attention to what is in this moment. In this, I receive the gifts of the present.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.