Birthing Spirit

Writings of Jeff Foster

The reality is simple, obvious, present. Thoughts appear now: they are not “my” thoughts, they are just thoughts. They are not “my” problems, they are just problems. This is not “my” life, this is just life.

Life plays out, and I am both utterly immersed in it, and utterly absent. And these are not polar opposites: to be immersed fully, is to be fully absent.

Fully immersed, fully absent. And yet there is still the noise of traffic outside, still the click-click of the boiler switching on and off, still the sound of breathing, still the tap-tap of the rain at the windows, still the tiredness in the body, still the sensations, moment by precious moment…

And so, even though I am fully absent, life carries on.

Even though I am nowhere to be found, life cannot, will not cease, not now, not ever.