In the middle of a potent meditation so I write as I go now shifting to this site. I am “in space.” Space is in me. Porous I Am allowing me to float buoyantly in space head over heels again and again as that cigar shaped spacecraft Oumuamua demonstrated.
Being conscious of one’s self and Self means stripping wiring to make new and then rewiring. This inner work for me revolves around a negative self-image. As if looking in a mirror and seeing “Fatty Patty” is reality. So much negative attention to body image. Aging doesn’t help. So I create a new image through my lens that carries new language of positive response. Self-love !! It’s an awkward turnaround at first. I’m learning as I go. Head in space, feet in ground.
“Change” the lens of seeing, the lens of hearing, the lens of speaking. Make all things new. Lens is mirror. Matter is a mirror. How can dark matter be a mirror? I hear “through lens.”
Winter lens of my frozen windshield.
