Two deaths, two bounced checks, and a whole lot of termites later, I'm still standing. These past few weeks have been some of the most trying weeks of my life, and I can hardly see the light at the end of the tunnel. There is much to be said for the power of breath. Deep breaths and long sighs have become my constant companions. I have yet to shed a tear, but there will be a deluge at some point. That's not to say that good things have not been a part of the mix. I have been beading like crazy, and have several possible writing projects in the works. I'm trying to count it all joy at this point, because what else can I do.
A friend of mine subscribes to Tricycle, which is a great little Buddhist mag. She recently sent me an article on the nature of desire. One of the big points in this article was the need to detach. Appreciation and gratitude are fine, but attachment will do you in. I can honestly say that part of why I'm still standing is that I'm working hard not to create attachments to things of this world. I am hoping that in the coming days, things will become lighter and feel better on this end. But, the bottom line is that I'm still breathing. And, despite the hardships, I'm still well taken care of. It is easy to get caught up in the need (attachment) for things. But, whether we let those things go or not, they will be taken from us at some point. These past few weeks have taught me that in more ways than one.
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