Touching the stone connects me to the solid parts of myself. I feel the bones in my arms and in the rest of my body. I consider their separateness from myself. They are only a part of me, then they are only bones that act together with many other things to bring life.
I have had the opportunity to 'pop out' a number of times in the past few days, from this or that state of mind. It's very much like being suddenly outside some circle of doing or being. It is unusual to rest there because, well, just because I don't usually rest there. It is full of possibility there and the fear of giving up. The possiblity is at first just an ongoing exploration of other moods that pull me back in. But then there is more space than that.
I return to concentration. Feeling, touching. In any bare contact, without me and mine, there is release. There is a life of release here.
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