She stood beneath the station clock with her bag between her shoes, watching rain drift across the far end of the platform where the tracks disappeared into a grey blur.
“The old story says: life is hard, I am vulnerable, I must somehow survive reality.” Can’t help but think of Hobbs’ quote here: “the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.” Which I feel, certainly while reading this article, is anything but! 🙏
This is such powerful, elegant pointing. And because what you are transmitting here is so incredibly difficult to communicate, I keep rereading your words to try to figure out why it’s so effective.
Maybe the power of it is that the words come FROM presence rather than simply being about it. Or maybe it’s that somehow, when you say, “Because what was always already here has finally been noticed,” I finally know that this noticing is not a conception, but a recognition of aliveness feeling itself everywhere.
Whatever it is you’re doing here, it’s a rare and beautiful gift.
“The old story says: life is hard, I am vulnerable, I must somehow survive reality.” Can’t help but think of Hobbs’ quote here: “the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.” Which I feel, certainly while reading this article, is anything but! 🙏
A few words on a page can have the power to wake you up…
💯 greatly put
This is such powerful, elegant pointing. And because what you are transmitting here is so incredibly difficult to communicate, I keep rereading your words to try to figure out why it’s so effective.
Maybe the power of it is that the words come FROM presence rather than simply being about it. Or maybe it’s that somehow, when you say, “Because what was always already here has finally been noticed,” I finally know that this noticing is not a conception, but a recognition of aliveness feeling itself everywhere.
Whatever it is you’re doing here, it’s a rare and beautiful gift.
Fantastic, Rob!
Brilliant, Rob. Thank you!
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What a gift!! 💝