Walking in the city, remembering myself, wearing canvas sneakers. I feel the sensations of my body and feet. I am learning a new way of walking, having my heel come down a gently as a feather falling as my foot rolls forward to the next push off. There are the various emotions coming and going in response to my own thoughts and perceptions.
I suddenly realize there is something new in my awareness. I "see" my many impulses of thought and emotion. Should I feel frustrated about events of yesterday that need to be handled today, should I feel excited about developing solutions to other current issues, should I day dream about finishing the day and relaxing, etc., etc.
It reminds me of standing next to a spring time puddle and seeing tadpoles scurry under the surface for cover in the mud. Only by being still and patient do they begin to reveal themselves.
This is very subtle and a very profound insight for me. All these years of striving to remember myself, and it is gradually elaborating.
The interesting thing is that once I see this new aspect of my being, it seems to have always been there, but never before distinguished from the background of all else in my span of awareness.
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