My Desk, My Soul

My desk is about sixty to seventy years old. It was old when my father brought it home and filled our apartment living room with dust as he refinished it. That was the Seventies, when a solid oak desk was something you gave away for free, leaving room for all the glamor of plastic.

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I was listening to Eckhart Tolle today talking about human souls. He said that not only are we NOT our thoughts, most people think they are. By living that way, they are only staying on the surface of the ocean, without realizing they are, in fact, the entire ocean.

He mentioned a simple exercise: don’t think. The thinking mind is always putting labels on things, saying it is good or bad, surprising or disappointing.

My way of doing this is to just experience my five senses…