― William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
“Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don't even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child -- our own two eyes. All is a miracle.”
― Thich Nhat Hanh
There was a time when a grey, gloomy morning like this would invariably send my spirits spiraling downward. I could get really depressed. Confined to the tunnel vision of my own thoughts and feelings, I would become oblivious to the Ongoing Miracle we are immersed in.
Today, that didn't happen. I blame the Practice for this turn of events.
Although I would be dashed between the rocks and hard places of my own unexplored childhood trauma and dysfunctional conditioning any number of times over the years, the Collective Kensho of the late 60's and my own Peek Experience of Infinite Perfection gave me enough of a Jolt to propel me on a journey that turned towards Spiritual Practice again and again.
Now, at age 71, although I am no stranger to Sadness, it seems I've found a way to Not-Do Depression so much. The inner belief structures and narratives that could operate to lock it into my current reality just can't seem get a toe-hold in the Gracious Spaciousness of Awareness that I've found to be accessible much of the time. (Of course, I put my butt on the zafu 12-17 hours a week, often with other people, during Fall Ango. )
The Theory and the Practice
So, here's the Deal.