sensory-energetic immediacy

“Lisbeth with a Yellow Tulip” by Carl Larsson

Presence is most intimate, closer than close, all-inclusive, limitless, unbound. It is the no-thing-ness, the aliveness, the non-substantiality, the radiance of everything. We discover this by simply giving open attention to whatever is showing up — present experiencing, the sensory-energetic immediacy of this very moment. Hearing sounds, seeing colors and shapes, feeling sensations in the body.
~ Joan Tollifson
(Direct Experiencing, The Pathless Path I Recommend, January 6, 2024)

10 thoughts on “sensory-energetic immediacy”

    1. They’re blooming now down here, but only in places protected from the deer who love to eat them!

    1. I love how this painting illustrates that joy, and how often it is the children who see and feel it. ♡

      1. Yes, I have mentioned in my blog about gathering, then bringing a fistful of buttercups to my mom from the meadow at the end of our street. We lived in a new subdivision and there was undeveloped land, which became a shopping center, just as we were moving to the States in 1966. I also brought tadpoles home from the Creek, but that was a whole ‘nother story.

        1. I remember your fistful of buttercups story! When you mentioned tadpoles it made me remember when my older son was a toddler and he brought me an earthworm, dangling and swinging from his little hands. I wish I had responded with a little more positivity to encourage his curiosity. But he’s still a nature lover.

          1. That’s a funny story Barbara. 🙂 My mom would not have responded with positivity, nor would I have with the worm gift, although I admit I’ve never had a problem dealing with earthworms. When I’d be out spading the garden or turning over the mulch and saw an earthworm, I’d hide it in a potted plant so the Robin wouldn’t see it and grab it. I’m glad your son’s still a nature lover.

    1. Thank you, Sheryl. I loved watching my granddaughter explore the world, too, when she was younger and curious about things I take for granted.

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