Days and days with no hint of presence or self awareness and then a day of finding myself in the midst of my life, in my body, doing dishes, playing some pointless game online, going downstairs, sitting in a chair, watching television, climbing the stairs, aware of my the sensation of my muscles and joints, every so often, throughout the day, moving in and out of myself, sometimes lost as usual, sometimes leaving awareness, sometimes returning; a wordless question about who I am.  

Today I remembered a recent moment, looking in a mirror and seeing my mother on my face, but, today, I saw several fleeting images of myself in my mind's eye; all of them and none of them all of who I am.

I am blessed and inexpressibly grateful for the moments when I wish and I'm able to be present to my life, exactly as it is, and as much who I am as I know of myself, so far.

Earlier in the week, reading of the law of octaves, I wondered if I could find examples, knowing how easily I lose my way.