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cedar_groveFrom The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have.
To develop our own inner life is tantamount to opening our deepest eyes. It has much to do with raising our walls, with living from our own depths so we can experience the depths around us.
Too often, while cut off from our inwardness, we complain that the things about us are shallow and boring, not worth our attention, when, more often than not, it is we who are out of touch.
To see deeply, we must open deeply.
Often I don't talk about what went on in my day because I consider that... well not because nothing happened, because something happens every moment of every day - just because I feel that what happened, if I talk about it - will be boring for other people to hear.
Perhaps my problem is that I am not inwardly open to the things that have happened that I'm not seeing them right.
Take today, for example: I went to work, I came home, same as I do every Wednesday. I considered buying a lottery ticket on impulse, but in the end couldn't be bothered to get off the bus two stops early to do that before going home. After dinner I had a call about some work for next Tuesday - a new school that I've not been to before. A rural school, only just over a hundred students in the whole school... I have to figure out how to get there yet, but, I have a few days to research it and I'm pretty sure the X3 goes out that way. I called a friend and spoke for a while on the phone. I read a little more of the Kinkle book I'm reading before Mir got home and we can skype together, as we are now... and in a little while, a couple of hours or so, I'll go to bed... hoping to sleep better than I did last night, before I get up and do it all again.
One of the more interesting thoughts I had today was the realisation that, in the novel I'm writing, the ship's captain, called Mathias, dies in the first chapter... thus making him a 'red shirt.' For obvious reasons, I found this hightly amusing.
One of the silliest thing that happened - I end up eating alone, because by the time I get back, Mum and Dad have had their dinner. Dad is in the habit of teasing me as I eat by making 'slurping' sounds whenever I put a bite of food in my mouth. It invariably makes me laugh.
Otherwise, it was a pretty ordinary day.
The inner life of any great thing will be incomprehensible to me until I develop and deepen an inner life of my own.
-Parker J. Palmer
To develop our own inner life is tantamount to opening our deepest eyes. It has much to do with raising our walls, with living from our own depths so we can experience the depths around us.
Too often, while cut off from our inwardness, we complain that the things about us are shallow and boring, not worth our attention, when, more often than not, it is we who are out of touch.
To see deeply, we must open deeply.
Often I don't talk about what went on in my day because I consider that... well not because nothing happened, because something happens every moment of every day - just because I feel that what happened, if I talk about it - will be boring for other people to hear.
Perhaps my problem is that I am not inwardly open to the things that have happened that I'm not seeing them right.
Take today, for example: I went to work, I came home, same as I do every Wednesday. I considered buying a lottery ticket on impulse, but in the end couldn't be bothered to get off the bus two stops early to do that before going home. After dinner I had a call about some work for next Tuesday - a new school that I've not been to before. A rural school, only just over a hundred students in the whole school... I have to figure out how to get there yet, but, I have a few days to research it and I'm pretty sure the X3 goes out that way. I called a friend and spoke for a while on the phone. I read a little more of the Kinkle book I'm reading before Mir got home and we can skype together, as we are now... and in a little while, a couple of hours or so, I'll go to bed... hoping to sleep better than I did last night, before I get up and do it all again.
One of the more interesting thoughts I had today was the realisation that, in the novel I'm writing, the ship's captain, called Mathias, dies in the first chapter... thus making him a 'red shirt.' For obvious reasons, I found this hightly amusing.
One of the silliest thing that happened - I end up eating alone, because by the time I get back, Mum and Dad have had their dinner. Dad is in the habit of teasing me as I eat by making 'slurping' sounds whenever I put a bite of food in my mouth. It invariably makes me laugh.
Otherwise, it was a pretty ordinary day.
