Notes - a meditation / morning / evening

      Mid-morning. Cloudy sky. Mild temperature. You are facing East in the lot nearest the earth dam while Carol is on her walk. Being minimalist is comprehensive enough. Don’t you think, boy? – Amorella

      0917 hours. Yes.

      Nouns do not exist. – Amorella

      0931 hours. This is an understanding.

      Being is. – Amorella

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      After noon. You have completed your exercises and the clouds are lifting. After Carol’s walk you put the windows down and the sunroof back and drove on the quiet morning road over across the Little Miami River just below the village of Kings Mill. Without the usual traffic you could drive more slowly, about thirty miles per hour down and up the hills of the Little Miami River Valley. Some canoeists were already heading down the river towards Loveland. Overall, a very pleasant old time Sunday drive. Post. – Amorella

       1237 hours. The ride reminds me of college days when Carol and I would take such back road drives up along the Scioto and Olentangy Rivers in Franklin and Delaware Counties. We had no air conditioning in those days (houses or cars) – always nice in the early morning or late afternoon before dusk. 

       2200 hours. I do not know how to articulate my observation on the morning meditation.

       It is difficult to describe a sensation, metaphysical or otherwise, without nouns, boy. People like to use a natural image such as a lake or stream on a mountain or the seashore or in a forest. A deep sleep does not do either though you have thought that it might, as it is the closest to death that people can go naturally every day. What comes to your mind is that nothing-at-all may appear to be sense as being comfortably encased in a solid. This sounds counterintuitive to you but that is the sense of it – an invisible solid, that when someone would appear to be looking in they wouldn’t see you or a solid – only empty without time or space as a reference. That is what is in your head at the moment. – Amorella

       2211 hours. Thank you, that is better than, pardon the pun, nothing. There is no sense of freedom or justice or peace – it is as being-all-together, a unit of heartansoulanmind – heartansoulanmind as a being-in-a-comfortable-solid-without-mass-time-energy.

       You add a bit yourself. Good. This is as the morning meditation was for you in heartansoulanmind alone. Post. - Amorella