Yesterday was pretty uneventful (as has been today so far). I pretty much waited around most of the day for a guy to replace the garage door at my parents’ condo (he didn’t) and burned the last of some DVDs (I did).
Today I cleaned out my old travel trailer—donating a few bags of clothes and office supplies to Goodwill. I just need to sign off on the title and I’ll be free of it. As I release more and more (stuff and identity), my life naturally becomes simpler and lighter and purer. I like it that way. It’s somehow cleaner—more authentic. Probably a lesson in there somewhere—something about possessions and the possessed.
Not much else going on. It has become clear that when I’m actively doing something—when the mind is focuses on a project—the me-thing disappears. I’m sure that’s the same with everyone. It is only when we have a moment of introspection—the turning inward of consciousness—that the self re-appears. Probably a lesson in there somewhere also—something to do with the temporary nature of the self.
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