That seems a perfectly fine way of doing things to me, Essorant. I've been meditating a couple of hours a day or more now for probably 30 years and a long time ago I was sitting watching a woman I was very fond of and her face started to slip away like thin masks, one after the other. You remember Lucretius talking about atoms peeling off objects and creating sense impressions in the eyes of observers? These were thin masks of this woman's face, but in every guise I could possibly imagine, crone, kore, child, her mother, her possible children, boys and girls; certainly more than I have the inclination to talk about here. The experience went on for close to an hour while I watched; it was quite profound, the kind of experience I'm told happens when you take LSD or some sort of psychoactive drug, which I've always been fearful of doing.
Occasionally while meditating I have been through places like this, and I respect their peculiar reality. I suspect attempting to hold onto them would prove unwise in terms of long term health. My personal preference is to try to be home wherever I am; though I am a complete failure at this as I am at so many other things. I've tried returning to the same place every night, but I find it's never there for me the way I remember it. I'm very fortunate to have Elaine. I'm glad you can return home every night. That is a very fine thing.
In the meantime, it's helpful for me, when I can, to do the dishes. I hoping to graduate to cleaning my room on a regular basis, and I've decided to use loafers so the whole business about tying my shoes will remain moot. Yours, BobK.