Just returned from a lovely cruise vacation, during which I enjoyed several meditations using Alistair’s recordings. As I wrapped one session on my stateroom balcony, I found myself immersed in a kind of metaphor for “the big open,” FWIW …
I was the cruise ship — an intricate structure of compartmentalized preferences, ideas, thoughts, and a hull loaded with the ballast of my own archived experiences — sailing the waterways of the world.
In the evenings, the ship’s lights begin glowing, creating a halo on the sea around the waterline — the fifth field, illuminating all that stuff and providing perspective on it from without.
But I also found myself far out in the sea — in the actual big open — watching the ship gliding by, flowing with the flow, doing its thing ... and I felt immeasurably happy seeing it chug along on its way.