When awareness recognizes itself, recognizes what it's always been it feels a kind of joy. It's just the joy of openness, the joy of no constriction, and also the joy of connection…
Just Ripples in the Infinite Ocean of Awareness
Thisness
I’m a support worker in adult social care with an open-ended curiosity in the nature of mind.
Thisness is a stupid made up word to point to the quality of the present moment however it is.