……and find joy in them


When you do things from your soul,

you feel a river moving in you, a joy.

Rumi

How to treat each of the moments this day…


Drink your tea slowly and reverently,
as if it is the axis
on which the world earth revolves
slowly, evenly, without
rushing toward the future;
Live the actual moment.
Only this moment is life.

Thich Nhat Hahn

What I want in my life

Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled –
to cast aside the weight of facts

and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.
I want to believe I am looking

into the white fire of a great mystery.
I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing —
that the light is everything –  that it is more than the sum of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do.

Mary Oliver, The Ponds

All starts with thoughts

Watch your thoughts, they become words.
Watch your words, they lead to actions.
Watch your actions, they create habits.
Watch your habits, they build your character.
Watch your character, it becomes your destiny.

Upanishads


Not complicated, but not easy

Mindfulness is the aware, balanced acceptance of the present experience.
It isn’t more complicated than that.
It is opening to or receiving the present moment, pleasant or unpleasant, just as it is, without either clinging to it or rejecting it.

Sylvia Boorstein

Being simple

I was driving home from lecturing today and saw a hawk,   still in the sky, hovering over the field, its eyes fixed on prey somewhere far below. I do not know why but this sight always makes me catch my breath; I always feel that I am before  a thing of beauty.  And it brought home to me again how animals simply are true to their nature, and follow their essence, without worrying too much about the meaning of it. They are, in some ways, “simple”  – in the sense that the medieval writers used to talk about God –  in the unity of their being and their actions. They are not divided within.

We, on the other hand, are frequently only too aware  of the divisions within ourselves ,  of  ongoing tensions, of a separation from our deepest self.  We may spend our lives seeking a greater unity and a simple,  undivided self, but on a day-to-day level are most conscious of how much we observe ourselves  from outside.  We are rarely just one., with ourselves or with our experiences.  As I listened to the class today sharing their stories, I realized yet again how difficult it is to achieve the wholeness and simplicity we desire. Everyone forms ways of behaving  – or defenses  – as they are growing up, to cope with the  demands and dangers of experiences that threatened them emotionally – caused maybe  by  parents’ imperfections or ways that they felt left down. And thus some arrive in adulthood with structures which allow them keep going in safety, but which at the same time can keep them severely limited in their fears and lack of ability to trust. Or others arrive with huge conditions placed on their worth – tied to others’ approval or to the necessity to  strive, to achieve success or push themselves in work. They look outside themselves for the solutions to the emotional templates formed within when young.

We find it so hard to simply be ourselves, to believe that this is enough, that it is a safe place to be.  We look to always add something to ourselves, or to this moment,  to feel secure. And yet, looking at the hawk today,  in its stillness, what strikes me most is the absence of something, maybe the absence of striving, the resting in just what  it is –  the ability to just be still  and secure with that.  We too need to relax into our own being, to let go of the patterns we have built up to protect ourselves, to trust that who we are, deep down, is enough.

We all have well-established habits of thought, emotion, reaction and judgement, and without the keen awareness of practice, we’re just acting out these patterns. When they arise, we’re not aware they’ve arisen. We get lost in them, identify with them, act on them — so much of our life is just acting out patterns.

Joseph Goldstein