Connections and Missing
Oct. 21st, 2011 07:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cedar_groveFrom The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have.
Amazingly, there is great insight in children. And great innocence. They carry a wisdom they often live but seldom know. Ironically, we spend our lives trying to regain that treasured state, where being and doing are inseparably one.
The last time I can honestly say that I experienced this state of being, even for a short time was when I moved the plants from the deck at the back of the house, to the spot between the two trees where eventually I'd like for them to be in their own little garden. I can't explain what it was that connected the two… but they were definitely connected and I felt a sense of peace that was empowering. What was I doing, nothing more than picking up heavy plant pots and carrying them from one place to another… (not to mention evicting the spider from the spider plant), but I was being… earthy and real and vital… sunlight and shadow… connected with the plants… connected with Mir who had been the one to give me the plants, it was just… a brief but special moment.
I find myself wishing, as I sit here, that I knew how to recapture such a moment now; that I even had the energy and wherewithal to do so. I'm feeling particularly down and dislocated today – my doing and being are definitely separated today. Of course feeling sick as anything doesn't help, I realise that – thanks mum for the cold and all.
There are two ways to feel wind:
climb into the open and be still
or keep moving.
Amazingly, there is great insight in children. And great innocence. They carry a wisdom they often live but seldom know. Ironically, we spend our lives trying to regain that treasured state, where being and doing are inseparably one.
The last time I can honestly say that I experienced this state of being, even for a short time was when I moved the plants from the deck at the back of the house, to the spot between the two trees where eventually I'd like for them to be in their own little garden. I can't explain what it was that connected the two… but they were definitely connected and I felt a sense of peace that was empowering. What was I doing, nothing more than picking up heavy plant pots and carrying them from one place to another… (not to mention evicting the spider from the spider plant), but I was being… earthy and real and vital… sunlight and shadow… connected with the plants… connected with Mir who had been the one to give me the plants, it was just… a brief but special moment.
I find myself wishing, as I sit here, that I knew how to recapture such a moment now; that I even had the energy and wherewithal to do so. I'm feeling particularly down and dislocated today – my doing and being are definitely separated today. Of course feeling sick as anything doesn't help, I realise that – thanks mum for the cold and all.
