Intangible
I’m visiting my son. We sit near the fireplace, each with our laptops. Tap, tap, tap, quiet, tap, tap. Long quiet.
He stands – I’m going to put up that coat rack upstairs. I might as well do something tangible since I can’t seem to do anything intangible today. I know exactly what he means. Sometimes the words flow out of me, the ideas fit together and create new ones, the heart is clear and grateful, the senses awake.
Other times, I struggle with the to-do list that I wear like a chain.
Why is it so hard for me to give up the tangible for the intangible, when the intangible is the real point anyway?
That’s an easy answer, of course. I was raised that way. We were taught to get the chores done before anything else. Can’t complain – it got me through school with a professional degree that allowed me to support my children with a not unreasonable amount of work. And allows me to have my life together enough that I actually have time to pursue the intangible. Like right now.
So what am I complaining about? I don’t remember.
Oh yeah, I’m always reminding people to enjoy their senses of the moment – that place where the tangible – the very tangible sensory input – becomes the intangible – pleasure. And it seems that the more we can sink into the sensory, without all the theory, the more deeply that pleasure can take us into bliss.
Blah, blah, blah, so turn off your computer and go take a walk. Enjoy the intangible glory of the tangible.