We’re all aware of a beautiful sunset when we’re out at the beach, watching. We may even know that our eyes are seeing, as the sun dips below the horizon, that our ears are hearing, as the waves crash on the shore, that the sand in our hands is cold, or warm, or damp.

But are we aware of the deeper dimensions of mind? Are we aware of that small voice that says, “I should do this more often. I should rent a place at the beach. I should move to the beach.” Or of the voice that says, “The oceans are rising. The beach will be gone soon.

It’s so unfair that my grandchildren may never sit here.”

Are we aware of the filters of love turning to yearning, of fear turning to anger, of mind, running our lives?