Early this morning, walking my dog along the pavements and in local parks, thoughts and ideas, as they do with all people, come and go: some 60–70,000 thoughts a day, whirling around in our heads, our bodies inspired by a bird song, the rev of an engine, the cry of a baby or the bark of a dog. The shape of a leaf or the whirling plastic bag playing ghosts long a street, hovering, darting up and down with the hand of the wind and the kick of a gust.
Capturing this idea and flirting with its potential, how will it emerge into a shape colour or sound that I can make sense of to nourish.
Capturing and controlling, is this how ideas are nourished given the space to grow?
Just letting the idea take seed, to be what it needs to be as it finds its roots. The idea cannot be anything else other than what it is, it cannot move to the next stage, whatever that is, for it has to sit, just be and when it’s ready, it will flourish, exposing what it has to offer and opening up to its surroundings.
It may pop up, smell the air, sniff the grass and see that the sky holds no clouds today, so off it trundles, back to its cave, its underground home, back to a place of apparent safety.
I’m playing with this idea and seeing how and where it needs to connect; to the stuff I know, I don’t know, the wider aspects of realms that are beyond and all that I will never know, for there lies enlightenment, a Buddha place 2500 years old.
Places, emotions, intuition and the darker shades of the human condition that battle with the cognition of right or wrong, black or white. Allowing this dualistic thinking to dissolve extends the flow to be at an existence that is neither there nor not. Like the Enso circle, uninhibited by the unbounded of being open or close but existing at the same point, an immense space not needing anything and containing nothing.
Letting go, accepting, non-attachment, non-judgement and working with where you are and not trying to start from where you think you should be.
