All I know is that people never penetrate the veiled consciousness that earns me the label “dreamy” (though it isn’t dreaminess unless life itself is, after all, a dream). Places do. I can establish a direct relationship with the slant of sun across a rug, the smell of blueberry bushes or mud flats, the scratch of sand inside a wet bathing suit, pale creamy oatmeal in a blue-and-white bowl, hot and sweet. These things speak to me as people do not.
–Nancy Mairs, Remembering the Bone House: an Erotics of Place & Space
A Mindful Life / Kathryn Harper
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Hi there – that’s a beautiful quote … and inspiring enough to go check out the book source 🙂
Funnily enough, I wrote about this dreamlike aspect of experience this week .. the strange thing of how things are at once dreamlike and yet intensely vivid:
Clarity and Emptiness
I hope it’s of interest …
very best wishes in the Dharma
I read your post, and the Batchelor quote. Thanks for sharing that!
Don’t forget cats.
Cats are such sybarites, they teach me a love of simple pleasures.
Seeing the little one (“Terrorist”) curled in a patch of sun, arching her back and turning her claws. Looking so happy! Just enjoying being alive.
Some of it rubs off. They more than reward me for what I give them.
Perhaps your cat can teach you — every day.
Regards as always–
Yes indeed, Pat, cats are excellent role models for enjoying life. Mine are of much comfort these days. Sophie is cute and bouncy. Stella is just plain loving. Walk into a room and say her name, and she erupts into loud purring.
That alone makes my heart lighter.