I have t oadd a comment on my words here. In the back of my mind as Iwrote this I was thinking about our ideas on meditation and what it is supposed to be. What I visualize is the light, bright yoga and meditation spaces of the West. How we've somehow tried to attain some kind of "purity" aesthetic and perfect blankness. I want, I hungrily want, us to move beyond that to a practice that embraces life, wrinkles, the joy of laughing til we pee. To find our calm in the grocery store checkout line, as a friend said once.
“You’re not supposed to ace this.” And I sigh. I guess I’ve always wanted to ace all my “this.” Time and age and especially Julia have smoothed out so many of my edges. I accept a good deal more and haven't thought much about acing for awhile.
Living up to potential is not always what I imagined it to be. Acing my this is more about support and patience than it is about getting anywhere, accomplishing any big task.
Trauma and distraction crowd out aiming for some prize, staying on task and target. And acceptance and flexibility become the goals.
I recognize so much of myself in this Suzanne. I feel it. I know my experience of parenthood also smoothed and weathered my edges like wind smooths and shapes the canyons and arches of the West.
"Living up to potential is not always what I imagined it to be." -- That sentence wakes something up in me. Maybe it's true because we didn't always know our full potential? We thought we were supposed to live up to ourselves in one direction and ... life proves otherwise? That's what feels true to me this morning, anyway.
I have t oadd a comment on my words here. In the back of my mind as Iwrote this I was thinking about our ideas on meditation and what it is supposed to be. What I visualize is the light, bright yoga and meditation spaces of the West. How we've somehow tried to attain some kind of "purity" aesthetic and perfect blankness. I want, I hungrily want, us to move beyond that to a practice that embraces life, wrinkles, the joy of laughing til we pee. To find our calm in the grocery store checkout line, as a friend said once.
“You’re not supposed to ace this.” And I sigh. I guess I’ve always wanted to ace all my “this.” Time and age and especially Julia have smoothed out so many of my edges. I accept a good deal more and haven't thought much about acing for awhile.
Living up to potential is not always what I imagined it to be. Acing my this is more about support and patience than it is about getting anywhere, accomplishing any big task.
Trauma and distraction crowd out aiming for some prize, staying on task and target. And acceptance and flexibility become the goals.
I am not a quick learner.
I recognize so much of myself in this Suzanne. I feel it. I know my experience of parenthood also smoothed and weathered my edges like wind smooths and shapes the canyons and arches of the West.
"Living up to potential is not always what I imagined it to be." -- That sentence wakes something up in me. Maybe it's true because we didn't always know our full potential? We thought we were supposed to live up to ourselves in one direction and ... life proves otherwise? That's what feels true to me this morning, anyway.
Sending love through the ethers. <3
You are always an inspiration. Thank you.🙏
Your cards inspired me, so the circle is complete ♥️