Candle wax drips and the flame almost goes out in the rush of air from the heat. It is colder today. My son sneezes a lot. There are many cares of the day. It seems there is never 'too much' stuff to get in the way of meditation, it just takes time to settle in. After a while, each problem sits in its place and I go back to the stone.
It occurs to me that my relationship, or how I hold on to it at least, to these difficulties, defines me. It makes me solid, less flexible, more fixed and more likely to break when the inevitable changes occur. I can be the guy who is waiting for the candle to straighten out, or I can observe the pull of wanting to be somewhere else, and instead, be present.
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