Most PPL would actually love if we would see them clearly and feel their reality with them. It just actually means also feeling their suffering with them.

A constant stream of impressions conceived in an observing field. Endless witnessing.

The question isn't do you love, the question is how do you love, how do you want to love, how is it possible to love? Every being is here to love in their own way. What a miracle.

I love the uniqueness of how we can experience reality's textures. There are all the "external" variables, like the space we're in, the architecture, the smells, the air quality, the weather, the light, the sounds, the people and beings, the stories and relational dynamics, the

Was waiting for years to see this. One of the best movies I've seen in a while, so incredibly human.

Not running away from presence deepens presence. Leaning into presence deepens presence. Presence melts pockets of experience that hide from presence. Presence cleanses and calibrates and harmonizes the system - if we simply let it.

The self-issing isness of thisness, the thissing, the beingnessness

Weaving stories out of silence, making love out of nothing

Fully agree with this (your soul needs to make art) and interestingly, I've found soulmaking / imaginal practice to scratch the exact same itch that making music, photography, or writing does for me. At times even more. The soul wants to unfold.

Crazy how when we fully digest emotionally constipated energy, it's gone, really gone, together with all its downstream effects. Recently, I've been feeling these phantom-shapes and phantom-movements of some old attachment patterns and related wounds ghost around in my being.