Noticing Right Now as “Is”

Man rowing a wooden boat on a calm lake with forested mountains in autumn

Noticing Right Now as “Is”

What Is Happening in the Background of Now

This morning, while continuing the practice of resting in the gap at the end of the breath, a new word came to me: ISING—pronounced “is-ing”—simply meaning what is happening. Not what I think is happening. Not what should be happening. Just what is… happening… now.

The practice begins simply enough—breathing in, breathing out, and then holding the out-breath for just a moment. In that brief pause, something changes. Thoughts often slow down, sometimes they disappear altogether, and sometimes what remains is not really thought at all, but something quieter—an impression, a glimpse, a sensation not yet turned into words.

It began to feel as though the gap is not just empty or full, not simply thought or no thought, but more like a spectrum. At one end are fully formed thoughts, memories, plans, judgments, all the familiar movements of mind. At the other end is complete stillness, no thought at all. And somewhere in between is what I am calling ISING.

And perhaps this is important: the goal is not necessarily to force the mind all the way to no thought, as if every gap must become total stillness or enlightenment. More often, what appears in the gap are impressions. Glimpses. Felt qualities. Subtle movements before thought takes shape.

And then another realization came:

Those impressions are not random.

They seem to arise from the mood already present in the gap.

Just as in music, the notes may be what we consciously hear, but the feeling of the music—the peace, the longing, the playfulness, the mystery—comes from something underneath the notes. The mood is carried in the rests.

And perhaps awareness is like that too.

Thoughts are the notes.

Experiences are the melody.

But the impressions that arise in the gap seem to be colored by the mood that is already flowing there in the background.

So perhaps ISING is not only noticing what thoughts are appearing…

but noticing:

What mood is already here…
quietly playing
in the background
right now?

Not trying to change it.

Not trying to escape it.

Simply becoming aware of the music of the rests—

because that background mood

may be shaping every impression

before it ever becomes a thought.

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