The Mind: The non-material substance or set of processes in which consciousness, perception, affectivity, judgement, thinking, and will are based.
I have been holding my father in my mind right now. I try to pay homage to all of my relatives who influenced my development during my morning Quiet Time. I allow my mind to roam about during my afternoon meditation sessions. I don't try to control my thinking or force it into shapes or patterns; I don't judge it or label it; what comes and goes and happens is not right or wrong. It is a mind and it wants to think - that is what minds do.
There is some joy in this and there is some pain. Sometimes in my mind I walk through my childhood home or the places my grandparents lived or dad's last apartment. Some of these spaces I can reconstruct as if I was standing there. I can see them decorated for holidays, imagine their differences in cold weather and hot, fill them with long-gone people. It can be pleasant and it can be unpleasant.
Sometimes I'll walk into a room, engrossed in thought, and imagine that a shoe or book on the floor, caught out of the corner of my eye, is my beloved cat, dead almost two years. I keep flashing on the Buddhist graves right in the middle of the Vietnamese rice fields, accessible to everyone on a daily basis as they trudge merrily out to work under the scorching sun. I don't want to forget all of these things but I don't want to linger on them overmuch.
Living in the past.
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
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