Pleasure Writing

Pleasure writing: 

I love these quiet mornings when I don't have to write anything at all, there's nothing urgent for me to say, and the words come softly to me at their slowest pace. This is just pleasure writing, a joyful ease of thoughts that meander to the page. It seems to happen most often on these colder mornings, there's a feeling of contentment here in the warmth of my office - with my coffee mug steaming next to me, a cat who joins me with a purr, and a mind that feels satisfyingly still. 

so I let words find me.

one,

or a few at a time.

enjoying what this moment offers.

~

Love, Eric 

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Tilting Earth

Tilting earth: 

it's winter now, maybe not officially by date, but the bite of cold tells me so. This isn't my favorite time of year, and each season seems to remind me why earlier still. Cold is just more difficult for me now, sinking deeper into my bones, and the chill doesn't seem to leave me until summer is fully on. Winter just feels longer for me than ever before - and my interior landscape reflects this mood as well.

it's a hard season for me.

as it is for so many.

and yet with each passing year I'm able to settle into this discomfort, not happily so, but with a sense that what's present is the only possible scenario and won't change until the earth tilts closer to the sun. I'm okay with that not, there's no battle against the cold nor demand for the earth to hurry in its tilting. The season is here for its duration - and just this acceptance brings an ease of mind. 

it's that simple.

nothing has to change to suit me.

life remains beautiful through harsh cold as well as blazing sun. 

and as my mind accepts this,

easing in its judgement,

I settle into a great forgiveness, one that eases my body's grievance against the cold, no bitter complaints against the icy sweep of wind. I forgive the world for being the world...

tilting earth and all. 

~

Peace, Eric 

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Imaginary

Imaginary:

forgiveness too is an illusion, being just a tool imagined for a very specific purpose. What this means, what it actually does - is simply and only returns us to the present moment of our invulnerability. It demonstrates that right now and always, we are immune to the idea of attack. 

forgiveness is an imaginary tool that sets us free.

and liberated...

we then offer only love.

~

Peace, Eric 

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