seek that which does not change

change is inevitable, so they say.

yet I am slowly becoming aware of something inside me that doesn't change.

I can't quite nail it down or name it.

awareness, maybe.


existence? experience? the witness?

are you sure?

On the walk back from my mailbox the other day, I noticed a very active yellowjacket kind of spazzing out right at the opening to one of those hanging plastic traps. So of course I stopped to watch, thinking I could cheer for him when he was victorious in his escape.

It soon became apparent that he was not trying to get out of the trap ... he was scrambling like crazy to get IN!