Not sure I will ever use this – it’s not in the Farmer’s voice, although I might be able to make it fit. But I committed to sharing, and, to tell the truth, I haven’t been living up to it. I’m a little shy about this—planting these Farmer wisdom thoughts in the eternal garden of the internet for all to see forever. There have been perfectly good Farmer meditations that haven’t appeared here, as I build up my courage to do this daily.

When we lived only at a physical address the people who knew us—and loved, liked and judged us—were limited to those nearby. Now we live in a world of mind, which we call virtual, without physical limitation. In the new world everyone can drop by our neighbourhood any time to cast their drive-by their judgements and affections. We can live in that world, with all its new threats and opportunities, or go troglodyte—or maybe that’s now retro-troglodyte—and hide in a Platonic cave.

So here’s what came

When you sit long enough in meditation you begin to perceive how your thoughts punish your body. Thinking our bodies are us, we send messages to our muscles and organs as if they should fix or pay for what our befuddled minds have done—try it yourself; when your thoughts are less frequent you can feel your body tense in response. Muddling along on this upward path of ascension is tough, and we make mistakes, but it’s not our body’s fault. It’s not, in fact, fault at all, but learning, for which no price need ever be paid. And certainly not by innocence.

Peace on us.

Peace on us.