Day Three Hundred and one

I notice how expectant I have been all day, and a little tired from being out and now in, in the heat and humidity. I am a little disappointed, heavy and scattered. It is a fine place to start in meditation. I notice that this state I am in is not reality. It is A reality, but not all of it. As such, better to not let it color all of it. I let myself sink a little bit. Contact is very fine in this circumstance, a real unknown and new thing from the perspective of letting the all encompassing heaviness fade. It is a joy to find the unknown after doubt has seemed real. There are so few states of mind I realize I am making. If I make them, I can let them go, if I can let them touch me so deeply, I can let them be on their way. The stone is like a judge sentencing the old habits to accept the laws of change, and eager to hear a new case.