The first thing I need to say is that I haven’t seen a single seagull this morning.  I miss my friends.  They fly so sweetly … and I can’t fly at all. 

I’m sitting in front of a giant window as I write.  I’ll let you know if friends show up.

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Lying in bed this morning, these words came:

Bruce, you wrote a post a few days ago that was lovely.  You said something that was so true for you.  But there’s a new danger in those words, and you need to clarify the situation with more writing.

Huh?

I have no idea what I’m saying

I’ve looked back at my recent posts and I still have no clue.   Did I dream this stuff up?

Often I’m swimming in a space of “not knowing” … roaming around in my head, tilted, even upside down.  I’ve discovered that it’s not a problem.  I just have a lot of loose moments.

In our Evolutionary Collective meetings on Zoom, we’ve learned to do a practice where the possibility is great that we’ll connect deeply with another human being.  Often we’ll do two 15-minute practices, each with a different person.  A common experience I have is to quickly forget who I practiced with.  What is that about?  It seems like such a diminishment of the other.  But I have no ill will towards them.  They just … disappear from my mind.

Years ago I was great at remembering names.  Now that usually has faded away.  I don’t think it’s old age.  My life has become more porous, like a white lace tablecloth.

So frequently I’m walking in a spiritual mist, not knowing what’s up and what’s down, seemingly not located in time and space … dissolving.

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So there you have my current state of Bruce

Focus will no doubt return when it feels like it

I’m in no hurry

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Still no seagulls …