During yesterday afternoon meditation, I felt well grounded from the start for a long now.
An image appeared through a window: the infinite tracking shot of a large bird gliding against the light in a sky that was scrolling so fast and still seemed totally motionless.
It was just an image, a vivid image that would disappear.
I noticed that the orientation of my body seemed strange, as if it had rotated without me knowing and it was kind of sitting on the wall, face up, watching through the roof. The contact between my body and the wall was ok, gravity was normal, it was just the sense of verticality that was temporarily lost. While recognizing there was nothing to worry about,
the image had changed: the child-drawn bird had disappeared but the feeling of speed through the window was still here. The monochrome color of the empty sky wanted to be seen, but there was only speed in the steadiness. It felt like a relief to allow this velocity to be here.