20th September 2017 . Ibiza.
It´s been more than a week now since I have been able to do this discipline.
I have done it sometimes in short sequences while walking to and from somewhere but not having the space to write it all down and then paint.
I have had to spend time on my other work so when I get a while it is easier to spend some time painting the Tree of Possibilities, less stress on me, less discipline.
Today, though, I was able to find the space in time to do this.
I went walking into town and back. I first felt it was difficult to concentrate, partly because I hadn´t done this for a long time, and the other reason being my phone was broken and I had no access to my music in the earphones while walking to help me detach.
I felt the focus of attention found it´s strength in my hands. I felt my attention go over all my body to try to find a sensation to connect with what might help me concentrate and I found my hands. They seem to be physically reaching out in tension to concentrate, as if to listen with attention.
As I walked back and went under a part of pine trees I had the sensation the trunks in front of me were inviting stairways up to the darkness. It was dusk, still a bit light. The trees seemed like black holes into the sky, the galaxy and the trunks were the stairways up to reach it.
