Thanks for the directions Susan. Now I�m here I�d like to describe a simple aid to peace of mind, how and why it works, that any body can do anywhere at any time. It is what has helped me for a long time, and through great trials. It helps me still. The beauty of it is its simplicity.
It is a form of meditation and it doesn�t require any paraphernalia of any kind. And as long as I am not fully engaged in action it doesn�t matter what is happening around me, though quiet helps to begin with, to get your bearings. If you can focus your attention that�s enough, and if you can�t your attention can be brought to bear, you can be reminded.
The need for meditation arises from the problem of mind thinking and being emotional. In the extreme as worry, anger, fear, etc. Such minding is only a problem when I give my attention to it as if it really matters.
And that�s the key, what I give my attention to grows. Not unlike a flower I might particularly love, if I tend to it the flower grows, if I don�t it dies.
The question arises; what else is there besides thought or emotion to give my attention to? And the answer is simple. Sense.
Sense as the five senses, the reciprocal of the inner sense or sensation as the tingling or pressure or pulsing you can feel at any time you are not thinking or emotional.
Sense, as the sight, sound, smell, touch and taste of Nature. Sense, beautiful sense. Beautiful because I can leave any problem behind by giving my attention to the pure sense of it, Nature.
Nature as the colour of a leaf, the texture of sand under my feet, the sound of the bird calling, the touch of the breeze, the smell of the forest blooming, the taste of the � sun?
Nature is everything I can sense that isn�t man made.
Remember, what I give my attention to grows. What I don�t give my attention to dies, unless there is some value in it. But you must check this in your experience. Is it true?
If you are moved right now to think about something you don�t actually need to think about what happens when you give your attention to some sense of nature? Thought dies. When thought dies there is only what is now, sense. And there is no problem now unless I think there is and so I make the problem.
Nature works best in the �outer� sense because it is god made, not man made with all the mental associations that go with that. It is the easiest place to separate mind as thought and emotion from sense.
When this is done enough it is possible to be in a concrete jungle and still be in sense, no problem. There are always the clouds or stars and the sky, or a crack in the pavement where a little nature grows, the sun always shines, the wind blows. There is always, somewhere, something of Nature as sense.
And who doesn�t want to make sense? Does this make sense?