The Last Furlong

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Mixed identity meditation


Well, the restored meditation room is proving to be good. Mr Furlong is not a meditator, but I am. I go in every morning and am establishing a nice routine. Furlong dog is a natural and comes in with me every time – except for the time I locked him out.

On that day, I dropped into a meditative state quickly. The warmth of the sun on my back and the comfortable seat, lulled me into a fantastic not-there-ness. So, not being there, I came back into myself with some alarm when the Furlong dog, not enjoying the separation from me, whom he luuuuvs, hurled himself at the outside of the closed door, which crashed open thunderously.

For a moment, as I shot back into myself, I wasn’t sure if I was the dog, or me. But the Furlong dog was delighted to find ourselves together again – whoever we were.


Author: thelastfurlong

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

3 thoughts on “Mixed identity meditation

  1. I can picture the whole scene. .. hehehe!

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  2. I have to admit that I don’t understand what you are talking about. Meditating, to me, involves talking to myself, which I do quite a lot of.
    Who am I? What am I doing here? Never any reply. The dog thinks I am barking.


    • I think of meditation as where your “thinking” part goes away. So, you could be knitting, and suddenly realise your “thinking” part was not there and when you come back inside yourself, you are surprised that you went away – sort of. No internal conversation really. No self.


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