Not pressuring myself today.  No students, it’s their independent study day so I take the time in this hot weather to meditate in the AC, here in the home office.  Be grateful for these LoFi beats, and see where I am with more gentleness and soft lens.

No over-analysis, no stressing on category or diagnosis.  How about loving where you are, and keeping it that singular and specific.

Oak trees don’t know where every branch will go.  The river doesn’t submit an itinerary before reaching sea.  Even stars spend their lives burning through mystery.  Just where my mind is, this morning.

Knowledge… what is it?  Having answers?  NO.

Why not explore more?  STOP, in the pressuring of Self.

STOP, with the constant inner-skirmishes….

And fucking STOP!!!with the questioning, and double-taking, and adding of the unnecessary.

Life arrives complete enough, I just scribble in one of my journals.  So true!  Yes… I’ve discovered something this morning, and not from research or some fucking encyclopedia or resource published by some corporate page-peddler. 

Knowledge is not accumulation.

Maybe it is subtraction.