“You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.”
― Pema Chödrön
“As the mind becomes a little more quiet the sacredness of everything
within and without becomes clear to us.”
― Norman Fischer
― Pema Chödrön
“As the mind becomes a little more quiet the sacredness of everything
within and without becomes clear to us.”
― Norman Fischer
Yesterday morning, I had yet another occasion to thank my lucky stars for having stumbled into the Practice years ago.
I awoke from a bevy of somewhat haunted dreams feeling quite sad. Thanks to the Practice, a few moments later, I was plucked from my homemade rowboat as it skimmed across the River Styx hellbound for Hades, and wisked to seventh heaven by a guardian angel sent by God.
No lie!
WTF?
Lest I risk blowing any shred of credibility I may have garnered and/or being plucked from this perch at my favorite coffeehouse by burly men brandishing straight jackets, perhaps I better reword that.
So:
When I first awoke on the embers of a dream to a gloomy, overcast morning yesterday, I was aware that I was feeling sad. Having spent many hours Sitting Still Doing Nothing over the years, it seems that these days at least a modicum of Mindfulness is generally available. So, I was aware that my first thought was "something's wrong". This was quickly followed by the thought "I'm depressed", which evoked fear and fleeting memories drawn from earlier experiences of burn-out and despair. The next thought was "these are just thoughts."
I then shifted the focus of my attention to what I was hearing. A bird outside the window began to sing. It was Beautiful. My mood lifted immediately.
I can still thank my lucky stars, right?
(Although I still may have not recouped any semblance of credibility, the burly guys just shrugged and left.)
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