The stone is cold, and so am I tonight, and I am restless and tired both. Encountering the stone I notice my resistance to touching it, to being here. I have a very general tightness of body and mind. I look for what is placid to hold on to and underneath, I struggle.
I struggle because I am at some level aware of my connection to all things, and somehow I resist, feel it is too much, feel a history of being burned when getting too close. Never mind history, all of advertisement and much of our day to day interaction is about not getting close. 'Here is this or that rich and velvety, long-lasting and pleasure giving thing, ' say the ads. Tht implies that we are poor, rough, short-lasting and 'running out' of pleasure. With that going on, it is no wonder that I will not reach out. Perhaps I can buy it and not share it and that will help. Sometimes faith too is about buying and selling rather than sharing.
I am part of all things. I can be with what already is.
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