http://stephengyllenhaal.net/but-a-point-about-what/ The Official Website Mon, 05 Dec 2011 08:25:11 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 http://stephengyllenhaal.net/but-a-point-about-what/comment-page-1/#comment-779 Vanessa Ruane Sat, 24 Oct 2009 01:30:38 +0000 http://stephengyllenhaal.net/but-a-point-about-what/#comment-779 The point... seems to me there is a directional flow of energy going on in this world and the moments of dropping into that and truly being in the moment is where I find the connection and point of life, so to speak. Sometimes it happens in meditation, sometimes I feel it in traffic when I let someone in, instead of inching up and blocking them, in the ocean on my surf board bobbing in the water, falling asleep in my husbands arms. And also in the moments of mundane life, making coffee in the morning or simply folding laundry - tapping into the beauty of life's highs and lows and truly feeling it all. I convince myself on the good days this is the point, to feel as much as I can. The point… seems to me there is a directional flow of energy going on in this world and the moments of dropping into that and truly being in the moment is where I find the connection and point of life, so to speak. Sometimes it happens in meditation, sometimes I feel it in traffic when I let someone in, instead of inching up and blocking them, in the ocean on my surf board bobbing in the water, falling asleep in my husbands arms. And also in the moments of mundane life, making coffee in the morning or simply folding laundry – tapping into the beauty of life’s highs and lows and truly feeling it all. I convince myself on the good days this is the point, to feel as much as I can.

]]> http://stephengyllenhaal.net/but-a-point-about-what/comment-page-1/#comment-7 Brynn Sun, 26 Jul 2009 19:58:10 +0000 http://stephengyllenhaal.net/but-a-point-about-what/#comment-7 I love your writings...yet at the same time I hate them. They hurt: they remind me of my own loneliness and infinite wonderings and the fact that there are no answers. But the way you express the melancholic daily life, and its small joys, is so beautiful that I am addicted. I love your writings…yet at the same time I hate them. They hurt: they remind me of my own loneliness and infinite wonderings and the fact that there are no answers. But the way you express the melancholic daily life, and its small joys, is so beautiful that I am addicted.

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