tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456857068476095225.post7093232312376509083..comments2023-05-21T05:56:57.842+01:00Comments on mindfulness and mortality: Time/lessness: some quotes for yougloriamundihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12476712899700515223noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456857068476095225.post-8321866659591420722012-01-07T21:01:09.209+00:002012-01-07T21:01:09.209+00:00Thank you Charles for your most definitely unborin...Thank you Charles for your most definitely unboring thoughts. Revelation of the world as it is; as it can be to us if we can be in it as it is, "in its own terms," as we rather lamely say. If we be it, not think it or strive for it.<br /><br />Do you remember that moment in the film "American Beauty" when he videos - I think it was just a plastic bag turning in the wind's eddies? The transcendent beauty of the ordinary, revealed to him by the frame of a video. But we don't need a camera, sometimes - we just need to be. Out for a walk with the dogs.<br /><br />Truth is a matter of direct apprehension, you can't climb a ladder of concepts to it - I remember reading that by Lawrence Durrell when young, and grasping something then of the power of revelation. Which you here re-focus for us.gloriamundihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12476712899700515223noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456857068476095225.post-711654126005476452012-01-07T19:56:14.302+00:002012-01-07T19:56:14.302+00:00Lots of high octane mind food here, GM. Thanks. I ...Lots of high octane mind food here, GM. Thanks. I have spent the day considering, and I shall shortly cut and paste.<br /><br />For me, just now, it's Nan pu ko by a few lengths, but that's only because of where I am mostly just now. <br /><br />If you'll allow me to bore you for a few mins... I was walking the dogs a couple of weeks ago. The day was as grey and inert as only a English winter's day can be and I regarded it with resentment. Then I recollected myself and recited my current mantra, 'It was fun', my daily memento mori. And as I monitored the alteration of my perception I saw that what I was permitting was everything to reveal itself, and within moments everything was beautiful. Since then I've worked hard at allowing things to reveal themselves. Revelation is my current big thing. So selective can our view of the world become that we see almost nothing. What do we omit when someone says, Pop your head out of the window and see if it's raining? <br /><br />It's also occurred to me that art is a means by which artists communicate revelation, and it's the reason why I love it. It's extraordinary how nature imitates art thereafter. <br /><br />But we can do a lot of this for ourselves if we practise mindfulness, which I'd never have come to without this blog. Cease, busy thoughts; there are the plum blossoms, the cherry blossoms.Charles Cowlinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06757185376546920527noreply@blogger.com