Eternity in an Hour or, Who Cares About the F*cking Dishes.

Via on Apr 22, 2013

you were born of water

After the tragic, disastrous events in Boston, eternity and mortality are probably not far from our minds.

Anyone who has been through tragedy—any tragedy, however one defines it—will understand how an hour, a minute, a day can seem like an instant or an eternity.

In those moments we are lifted so far out of ourselves that time ceases to have meaning. Even in retrospect, those moments take on the outside-of-time quality that they first possessed.

This time travel, if you will, is not a superhuman feat, and it’s not a phenomenon belonging solely to tragedy. Think of the best day of your life, think of the anticipation of that day. One flew by, the other dragged on interminably.

Here’s the thing: we can cultivate this ability to time travel. Meditation gifts us with the ability to stay solely in the moment so that there is no eternity and no flash of time passing. Everything is eternity; everything is a flash of time passing.

The first time you sit down to meditate and the 10 minutes, the hour, whatever, flies by as if you had just closed your eyes is an experience almost beyond belief. It hasn’t happened to me all that often (probably because I’m constantly trying to replicate it…), but when it does, it reminds me so clearly and so sharply of my own mortality.

The experience of time in and of itself is a crazy, exhilarating meeting of expansion and contraction, of time and perception. It’s what cues you into the idea that your reality is just one eternal moment which can stretch or snap, depending on where you put your attention.

And here’s where it gets (even more) interesting. When you have this insight in meditation, you suddenly see how both fragile and indestructible everything is—all at the same time. You are going to go on and go on and go on until you don’t.

When you realize this, when you are aware of this aspect of mortality, then you become aware of how important your choices are. Tragedy teaches this, but meditation does it with less violence. Suddenly we wonder why we’re wasting our time with road rage, people we don’t like, people or situations which don’t support us. Why are we squandering even part of this eternal moment on back-biting, gossiping, being bored, feeling angry?

Arriving at summer camp

Shitty, horrible, heartrending things are going to happen. But we don’t need to choose anger, frustration, hatred. We have the superhero-like ability to step back from the monkey mind, always swinging from branch to branch, and choose how to react to any situation. I can sit in traffic and I can be pissed off, wasting all of this valuable life energy, or I can choose differently. I can choose where to put my focus.

Or I can start riding my bike. But that’s another article.

This eternal moment in which we spend our lives really goes all too quickly.

Why do we choose misery? Why, when I get home, do I look in the kitchen to see if the dishes are done? Why does my eye immediately seize on the clutter on the table or the bills to be paid and pile all of that on my already overwhelmed plate? I’m home, free from a day of obligation, and I’m looking for more obligation.

Why am I torturing myself? Why am I identifying myself through self-pity? Through suffering?

This is my life; why would I choose to be worried about the f*cking dishes?

It’s all about perspective. This is the gift of meditation and the gift that follows every tragedy. When you become aware, you begin to wonder why you brought (and continue to bring) all this bloody misery down on yourself. We all have obligations, sometimes terrible things happen. Of course they do. But we don’t have to attach to these obligations, these disasters. We can separate from them, acknowledge them, move on, do something good.

So, eternity. Just like all those religions state, eternity can be spent in heaven or in hell. What those religions don’t tell you is that eternity is now. As for heaven and hell? Your choice. Your decision.

 

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Ed: Kate Bartolotta

About Amy Jirsa

Amy Jirsa is a writer, wanderer, yoga instructor and master herbalist. She makes her home at her studio, Quiet Earth Yoga, in Lincoln, Nebraska and on her blog. And if that’s not enough, you can also find her at Twitter @QuietEarthYoga or on Facebook (Quiet Earth Yoga). She'll be releasing a book on yoga and natural health, to be released in 2015. Stay tuned!

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One Response to “Eternity in an Hour or, Who Cares About the F*cking Dishes.”

  1. karlsaliter says:

    Thanks Amy. Just came back from a dear friend's funeral, and couldn't agree more with your message here. That photo is perfect, too. I'm off to go ignore the dishes.

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