When I write something: The topic always starts with a blank slate.
- No intentions, goals or ideas (or very rarely does a post happen premeditated). It’s a simple practice of mine to blank out my mind, melding with the empty space of the page… to the empty space of my being.
It’s very refreshing, since, as often as not the result surprises me. This becomes a process to learn one more new thing about myself. It’s not a forcing of some desired image, nor some magical mirror telling things from far and wide. It’s a simple exercise of acceptance of what comes up and forth.
As a Taoist you discover an eternal viewpoint. When one is eternal, a lifelong dance unfurls within living to enjoy and explore. But we are not eternal in a static / physical manner. To be always the same unchanging person… is actually the point of an ending, a form of death: setting the stage for the next major life change to arise.
Instead a Taoist opens up a lifestyle embracing a changing shifting nature: ever kaleidoscopic of ideas, desires, hopes, potentials, problems, accidents, movement, releases, reachings and enfoldings. Yet never focusing on a final form, other than Tao, the unknown and our motion.
Right now as I type this, I also within a personal mental dance within images of African flocks of flamingos, sitting at the black river as autumn leaves stain the water to tea, watching Brisamina smile, Kendall and Clay bicker and strain as they become adults, the little Honda we drive covered with child hand prints… so many images and stories swirl up and forth to stain this page, this entry…
It’s my life.
All revealed and expanded upon in the empty space of living life.
You may only see the glimpses I share here in words: but myself, I am spread across over a drum skin beaten into the shape of existence: the Tao and dance (my practice of Taoism) in the space of my being.
All because I just relaxed into this blank space, and let myself be… myself.