Last Post and Chorus (#459)

When I began this blog some months ago, it was meant to be a private record of experiences during a short meditation. I was embarrassed and shocked when it became public within days. I have been blogging for four hundred and fifty-some posts, knowing that a small group was watching. Thank you to those who have been supportive of the blogging and the practice.

I have enjoyed writing on an almost daily basis and I know the writing has helped keep me in motion. Still having the blog public has been a restraint to fully recording my experiences. Also the blog has vacillated between a record of thoughts during the nine second stops to random musings, etc. That was OK for a time but I feel I would like a little more discipline in my future practice. Maybe the discipline should start in my writing.

Maybe discipline is the wrong word. “When I was a child, I spoke like a child, thought like a child, and reasoned like a child. When I became an adult, I no longer used childish ways.” (I Corinthians 13:11).  The metaphor of the childish mind does not mean acting like a child, only being open like a child. There may need to be some discrimination about the openness too. It does not mean telling everything that happens but rather letting go of the things in the way of seeing. Maybe the blog itself is a bit of an example of what happens when one misinterprets what openness is. It is time for me to drop the blog itself and move on.

Thus ends rubblebornthoughts.

Chorus: All you need is love. Do de do de do…….

Postscript: This morning there were four bright red roses greeting me when I stepped outside.