Well, I'm still attached to the idea of my people continuing to be alive. Too many close calls this year; even one is one too many.
Listening to Adyashanti while taping and mudding drywall - an activity which, by the way, is quite relaxing. At least for me. He remains good stuff, for me - I know I've heard all these recordings before, and I still find new things in them, or - they find me where I am. Pick your subject-object relationship.
The idea that one oughtn't be attached - just another idea to be attached to.
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To find taping and mudding sheetrock relaxing means that you must have greater facility with it than I do. ;-)
Hi dear Sean! Good to hear from you! I didn't get through as much as I wanted, but I got the first coat on. (Next will be a quick wet-sand, then a second coat). Everybody thought it looked great, and I hope it'll look nice when painted.
Clinging, trying to hold on to that which is ephemeral. It's a human trait. You aren't the same person you were yesterday, and you won't be the same person tomorrow you are today. We are all just mayflies. Everything comes and goes, so enjoy people and things while they are a part of your life, but as you've actually noticed, every one's life is like a waking dream (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_%28illusion%29). Few ever make the connection though.
Well of course I recognize that everything is passing... BUT EVERYTHING... nonetheless, at times I find that I wish it weren't. To let that be, to be okay with finding myself wishing things aren't as they are, and to continue to accept that things are as they are... there's something to practice at.
Incidentally, in my art I have found myself considering and contending with such things, bringing me to the point of making (or trying to make) works that are almost nothing, while quietly insisting upon their own existence.
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