To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance. ~Oscar Wilde
Since death is certain but the time of death is uncertain, what is the most important thing?
Just like you, I am in constant motion. Just like you, I must wake up from the cocoon of my habit patterns.
We have been given the gift of life, the gift of dharma, the gift of yoga.
Our society is getting better and worse all the time. Our culture is evolving at breakneck speed. Infinite information is available everywhere. It’s all so overwhelming. What to do?
I live in questions. For me, being open-minded (and open-hearted) is incompatible with anxiety and depression. Instead of seeking concrete answers, I aim to dwell in the questions and look deeply at details. The answers are always unfolding and evolving with time. There is no period at the end of the sentence
One morning — I think it was Tuesday — this question came: How do I want to spend the rest of my life?
It’s a question you could ask yourself every day.
The phrasing of the question strikes me. It’s not asking where, nor “what I want to do” with the rest of my precious existence in this particular incarnation. It’s asking how.
Maybe it’s an obvious question, but because I’ve been so focused on the where and what rather than the how, this question feels rather revolutionary.
For the past 2.5 years, I’ve resided in Guatemala City. This summer, I will be moving; that much is certain. Everything else is up for debate. Most importantly — where? As Ralph Waldo Emerson says, “Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.” What about before you make a decision? Does the universe conspire to help you choose? Certainly, as long as your mind and heart are open to receive.
For me, it’s between Asia and Atitlán. Either the other side of the globe exploring uncharted territory… or 2.5 hours from here, at a gorgeous lake surrounded by volcanoes.
Even though I have chosen to make this move, because I want to make a move, it’s scary. My ego doesn’t appreciate groundlessness. Like any scared spiritual warrior, I will sit with and experience the fear rather than hide from it. Is it fear of being poor? As a school teacher in Asia, I could put away up to $20K per year in the bank; as a school teacher in a Guatemalan pueblo, I’d make just enough money to cover my living expenses. But there’s always variable yoga income to consider. With regard to my somewhat blurry vision for expanding Yoga Freedom — is it fear of failure? Or of success?
I itch to know the answer, to see into my own crystal ball. I crave swift progress, a sudden epiphany. My mind wants to sniff around every possibility, but that gets overwhelming. Occasionally, I am overtaken by a great sense of peace and patience. I am willing to wait, to progress like molasses, as I sit and meditate and breathe and practice forward folds and heart openers. I rest assured, because no matter where I am, I’ll be living my yoga.
Everything within and without tells me that 2012 is the “year of manifestation,” and I believe it. But it helps to know what you are manifesting. To take the baby steps or excited leaps with intention and clear vision.
So, I’ve been pondering and responding to the question lately. How do I want to spend the rest of my life? I answer mostly in prose, sometimes by doodling. And, a poem:
How do I want to spend the rest of my life?
Living in questions
Gazing at violet sunsets
Cherishing the moment
Learning precious lessons
Practicing nonstop mindfulness
Breathing with equanimity
These two gems of wisdom recently popped into my consciousness (via my inbox and facebook feed) at the perfect time. I love it when that happens!
“…We leave our homeland, our property and our friends. We give up the familiar ground that supports our ego, admit the helplessness of ego to control its world and secure itself. We give up our clingings to superiority and self-preservation…It means giving up searching for a home, becoming a refugee, a lonely person who must depend on himself…Fundamentally, no one can help us. If we seek to relieve our loneliness, we will be distracted from the path. Instead, we must make a relationship with loneliness until it becomes aloneness.” ~Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche
Whoa. Yeah, I forgot to mention fear of being alone. Though I like my solitary time, and I am single, like many of us who aren’t with a partner for life (yet?), I fear that I never will meet that person, but rather wander this world alone. This quote reminds me that loneliness and aloneness are two different things. What a great intention — to “give up the familiar ground” that supports my ego.
Let me remind you who you really are: You’re an immortal freedom fighter who longs to liberate all sentient creatures from their suffering. You’re a fun-loving messiah who devoutly wants to help all of your fellow messiahs claim the ecstatic awareness that is their birthright.
~ Rob Brezsny, Free Will Astrology
Yeah! I am!
How do I want to spend the rest of my life? Writing, teaching, healing, traveling, serving, loving, expanding. Moving as gracefully as possible from moment to moment. As for the specifics, I’ll figure those out in due time, I trust.
And you? How do you want to spend the rest of your life?
No matter what the answer — even if there is no clear answer at the moment– I wish you progress and peace on the path.
by Deshing Rinpoche:
By the blessing of the Triple Gem,
May the minds and hearts of all beings
Be attuned to the sublime Dharma.
Bless us to move forward on the path of true understanding;
May the way be cleared of all impediments.
Bless us that the illusive vision may appear in clear light
of the transcendent wisdom of Buddha;
May unwholesome thoughts and unskillful actions cease to arise.
Bless us with the awakening of true love and compassion
May all beings together realize perfect enlightenment.
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