I wonder at feeling and understand, at their interplay. I am living a time in my life where feelings create openings for understandings .
To know a thing, not merely to think it.
As I achieve a particular understanding, I recall the thought of it. I recall the thought of personal balance. I recall prioritizing, and rest, and kindness. Thoughts and conversation though are nothing to understanding. One takes action and for a time - it may be just a moment - one holds oneself in thought, and understands.
I feel as if I pass through understandings, whereas thoughts can always be revisited. Thought perhaps is the architecture to understanding.
Thought, clothed in feeling, is understanding.
Would I achieve, hold, understand, without first having thought? I don't think so. Thought and conversation precede understanding, but they do not displace it. They may in fact, in certain instances, delay it.
One so one achieves, one holds an understanding, then moves on. I may experience a sort of plateau effect, then understand something new. The understandings may be of a specific or general sort. At this moment, for example, I am occupying a sort of compendium understanding of my present life, where I have made time and space for myself and freedom from distress. I understand that in the sense of void which accompanies solitude I must believe in myself. I must chase away self-doubt, and shame. I must everyday seek quiet and wonder as others seek food and shelter.
It is right and proper that I am doing what I do now - what I do today, openly, and without regret.
How else will I know what is new in my life, or feel the difference that is understanding?