Meeting what’s here with love is befriending ourselves. It’s befriending our experience, as it is here and now, which is what we are. (Can I find myself outside of this field of experience, as it is here and now?)
– from a previous post
It’s easy to think that I am something else than this experience. That I am the person having this experience, and parts of that experience – especially the uncomfortable parts – are perceived as “other”.
And yet, can I really find myself outside of this experience? Is it true that I am outside of this experience? That I am something else than this experience?
Isn’t it more true that I am this experience, as it is here and now?
And if that’s true, does it make sense to struggle with it? Wouldn’t it make more sense to notice and allow? To notice it’s already allowed? To meet this field of experience, whatever is here, with love?
I can explore this more systematically. Where do I find myself, here and now? What do I find when I look at the images, words, and sensations that come up? Are any of those me? Are any of them outside of my experience here and now? Can I find myself outside of my experience, here and now?