So...drinking our tea slowly, in sincerity and simply and with high good humor can only happen when we are fully present to ourselves. Not the sunrise or the music or the future or the past. Not covering over with how much better we are going to be or who we would rather be or how we wish it were.
Not that I have ever done it.
But to do it properly, that is where we would have to be.
And once we are there, we are present, and abandonment of self becomes impossible, in that joining.
The abandonment we fear is abandonment of self; is how we have lived our lives. That fulcrum of fear.
But I am not sure what I mean.
It has again to do with what was learned about ourselves in the eyes of the abuser, abusing. It has to do with what we were taught, then.
Cedar