Today at the gym, riding an indoor bike in a glass enclosed room inside the place. Since this weekend’s retreat, been trying to maintain the gap between habitual conditioned response and actual reality. Not easy.
This lady comes in to clean the windows of this glass box. She starts spraying and squeegeeing, I keep pedalling and thinking. Thoughtstream: what a crappy job. I wonder what she gets paid? I hope I never have to do that as a job. I wonder if she has kids. I wonder where she’s from, what she’s thinking. I admire her fierceness for wearing big gold hoop earrings even though she is doing cleaning stuff. Then, I remember to stop. And then….
Space
Space
Space
And suddenly the thought enters my head, more of a feeling really, expressed as words.
I become grateful
that I have this opportunity
to watch the universe
cleaning its own windows.
posted June 17, 2009 at 9:50 pm
nicely put
posted June 17, 2009 at 11:45 pm
STILLMAN! You’re back. We must drink and eat and dance together soon.
Or did you never go away and it is I who is back?
posted June 18, 2009 at 12:05 pm
exactly
while pedaling its own bicycle, too!
posted June 18, 2009 at 6:21 pm
Beautifully Written Jerry!
posted June 21, 2009 at 11:46 am
Well put. I definitely felt like it helped my practice.