In this periode I am in a chronic shortage of time. Heavy workload, psychological stress and lack of restitution all adds to a sense of restlessness and distress. And it leads to the delution that mindfulness slows down to much, and that there actactually no time left for beeing mindful.

The only thought of this is not at all  mindfulness, besides that the thought is also definitely wrong. Time is a most democratic resource, and my sense of beeing in a hurry all the time is all about a depletion of this essensial resource. 

Point is: It is hard to be mindful when I need it most, and it is hard to meditate when this is the most valuable break I could ever have in this situation.

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To me zen is all about simplicity. With mindfulness as the path, and meditation as the practice, zen is about a life enhancing

* right awareness

* right understanding

* right friendliness.

Some would say this is to simple. Perhaps they are right, and I would also usually elaborate each point to a certain degree. But I am afraid of beeing trapped in intellectuality, grumbling, dogma and complexity. 

I am also afraid of being trapped in a misunderstood feeling of safety through believes, faith and standards. 

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Så har jeg gjort første halvdel av en av høstens manøvre: Jeg har fått ved i hus. Han kom med den store hengeren i går, og ettersom jeg er årets siste kunde, kunne jeg bruke den tiden jeg ville på å få den under tak.

Jeg skal jo uansett ha en tilhengerlast til, så jeg gjorde jobben i kveld. Jeg kastet inn noe mellom en og to favner bjørkeved, spesialkappet i passende lengder for meg. Tørr og fin var den i år som i alle år tidligere. 

Det er kontrast til livet med bøker, papirer og PC. Og mens jeg lemper ved i høstmørket, siger Olav H. Hauges ord inn over meg:

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