Then more things: stillness and how I want to write. How I want to write many, many things.
And on that note, this thought: of just being and letting be. So what if you had gone into the ‘blackhole-of-things’? What if that was where you were meant to be at that time. Look where you are now: writing. No effort, no pushing; just being, flowing.
There is no need to ‘try’; ‘trying’ is futile. Simply be and things will be and always are okay.
Before I started writing tonight, I was thinking a lot about… writing. Of what to write, which to write, etc. At that time the voice might have been small but, still, I heard it clearly: just be. Stop thinking. Be wholly, fully in whatever you are doing.
Oh, there it goes again: the filter. On the same wúwéi note, I ought to remind myself that it is no use fighting that filter bias. And that the less attention one puts on something, the less will be of that thing. The way to win the game is to not think about (not thinking about) the game.
Again: stillness. Breathe. Give thanks.