October 25, 2014 at 3:17 pm #1103
Take a moment and look around. What do you see? Does your environment spark a sense of expanse, of wonder, of gratitude, of perfection? How long are you able to drink in your surroundings before you begin choking on a thought that something needs picked up, moved, put away, added, or in other ways transformed?
It is all too easy to focus on areas that we feel are interfering with a deep sense of peace, joy, or completeness. With the best of intentions, we set out to change those areas, believing that our efforts are needed to perfect the scene. It’s tempting to think that the only thing that stands in the way of a fulfilling life is a focused intention towards change.
The act of journaling provides us with a unique opportunity to highlight the true origins of change. Here we sit as usual, with our pen and paper as usual, reading the prompt as usual. Yet if we really investigate this moment, we notice there is nothing “usual” about this moment at all. Every cell of our body has changed to some degree since the last time we wrote. Even our surroundings, though seemingly stable, are pulsing in their own indiscernible way. Nothing is the same about this “usual” moment except the mindset conditioned to dismiss the familiar.
When we try to change, we meet hardship. When we merely open, we become changed.
Today while journaling, notice the way you feel just before you start writing; notice the way you feel just after you finish writing; take a moment to consider the true origins of change. That’s it!
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Week 25: “The murky depth of the virgin pond gives rise to . . .”October 30, 2014 at 12:50 am #1107
The murky depth of the virgin pond gives rise to an experience of awe and humility as I contemplate this fertile womb of sentient life. The serene lily pads, nourished by the biodiversity teeming beneath the surface of the still forested pond, provide necessary shade to silvery minnows and a welcome retreat for busy dragonflies. A lotus flower rising gracefully above the surface of the water vulnerably exposes its sacred core in complete surrender to the evolutionary impulse that spawned this stunning demonstration of unfettered creativity.
This flower, this pond, this murky depth: without them, I would not be here now. In honoring all that this moment contains, I pay deepest respect to the divine organizing wisdom that gives rise to this experience and awareness of life. The lotus flower has no reflective understanding of its purpose here on earth, yet it fulfills its purpose flawlessly.
All of life has its place and purpose, though to understand what that purpose is, I must look beyond the surface activity and tap into that point of perfection woven throughout the chaos and apparent discord. The mind cannot contain that which contains the mind. Relaxing into the murky depth of the virgin pond which gives rise to sentient life, I bask in the wonder of unfettered creativity.
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