Day Two Hundred and Fifty four

Feeling. Noticing a swirl of thoughts and other feelings; associations, aches, recent memories. Allowing all of that, except for the touch of stone, to be one, one breath. Breathing out, allowing that to vanish and breathing in the feeling of the stone. At times I am comfortable waiting while the large mass of returning distractions is just there, not me, and watching them change through time. While I am waiting I notice another part of me reacting, struggling. I bring that closer and a deep worry is underneath, the question of an eternal or nonexistent me. Yet, there also vibrates an equal peace, the peace of being beyond struggle with these distractions, with lines, projects, regrets. When did I send peace and fear to two different colleges?