Baking in the heat.
Remember the Zen tale of going where there is neither heat nor cold: When it’s hot, just be hot; when it’s cold, just be cold.
Now it seems a storm must certainly be brewing.
Technology has played havoc again with my best intentions to make a record here of the days. When one connection is « lost, » so is another and another and another, ad infinitum.
The question is also raised: What is the connection and can it be lost? Yes. And no.
Yes: I could not record words here because my connection to the Internet, via which I connect to this space, had been lost.
And no: I was, am, here all the time, infinitely connected with all other beings whether I write words here or not.
Thank you HJ. Just reading is fine.
Many times i dont know what to say, what to comment and post. But I am always here, checking post after post. Reading and sometimes trying to understand. Other times just reading. Thank you.