Senses

Sat on the porch tonight, the moon shining down on much of the yard. A lot of inner resistance to sitting tonight, probably arising from my longstanding resistance to completing projects. Went through the sense meditation. Focused in on my hearing first - crickets, cars, planes, voices from inside the house, my breathing. Then sight - the view of the yard in the moonlight, the darker areas and lighter areas, the shapes and depth. Then feeling - scanning my body from head to toe, the cool on my face, the itches on my neck, the fullness of my belly, my hands wrapped tightly in the pockets of my fleece, escaping the mosquitoes. Smell - a faint sewage smell, drifting on the light breeze from the north. And taste - heavy leftover dinner flavor, the lighter taste of the breeze over my tongue.

Again tonight, as at the beginning of this year's 30-day sit spot challenge, I was overwhelmed by all of the sensations to be experienced through this exercise. I felt I was floating in a vast universe of sensations, unable to sense them all at the same time. I know from past experience that this ability will come in time; glad to have the perspective of my other experiences.

I would like to continue sitting and writing regularly. I am looking for an anchor, like this completed commitment, to hold me to this routine, which is so grounding and enriching for my life.