Birth, life, death and resurrection . . .
Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter. . .
Inspiration, excitement, creation, boredom, depression . . .
Expansion and contraction . . .
Inhaling and exhaling . . .
Questioning, learning, applying, teaching . . .
Ingestion, digestion, assimilation, elimination . . .
Everything in life occurs in cycles and contains the seed of what is to come.
There is a way to fully love (and be loved by) our lives on earth. The trick is to fully release the past, fully inhabit the now, and fully honor the seed of what is to come, (without attaching to any of it).
That’s quite a trick though, and, it is why I need spiritual practice. Otherwise the mind is a beast.
When I first learned to drive an automobile, I started and sputtered and applied the gas and brakes without finesse. But I practiced; I practiced through the heart-stopping fear and discomfort. In time, the automobile became my compliant servant.
During the months when my body was temporarily paralyzed (from reaction to a medicine) my physical therapy was grueling. I often cried in pain, frustration and exhaustion, in trying to make the tiniest of moves. Now, however, I am able to walk. It took practicing through the discomfort.
And that’s the whole ball of wax. Practicing through the discomfort. One part of a cycle doesn’t exist without the other.
Meditation is like that. Breathing practices are like that. They teach my mind to be a servant and not (as is so often the case) a master. They train my mind to fully inhabit the NOW.
I resisted these practices for a period of time. I am not interested, I said, in developing spiritual “gifts.” I am only interested in spiritual evolution. Of course that’s like saying: I’m not interested in driving a car, I’m only interested in getting across town quickly and independently.
So, I refuse to judge the winter for not being summer, or the depression for not being inspiration. I choose to be HERE, NOW, with all of it, and, I choose to practice.