An environment filled with fear and foreboding drains away life faster than an actual threat does.
Over the years, I have begun to wonder if I may be able to coexist with fear, live side-by-side with it. I don’t claim to be not frightened by fear any more but I also wonder: Maybe it is just another emotion? Not a foreteller of an unhappy future or illness or death or pain or suffering, or any of that.
Why do we believe that our wildest fears are somehow more predictive of our actual future than our most glorious dreams?
As part of the takeover of the Instagram profile of abcdyogi, I wrote the piece below.
The word “spiritual” comes from “spiritus” (Latin), meaning breath. So, a “spiritual” person is quite simply, someone who breathes. Now, the term “spirituality” is used to mean an inner awakening of sorts, a journey towards meaning and purpose. But I like to think of spirituality as the “journey of the breath.” And what is the journey of the breath, if not the journey of life?
The story of the breath, as it moves from one moment to the next, IS the story of our individual life, and it is our personal spiritual journey.
The breath is an intimate, essential, and unique aspect of our individual selves, and so is our spiritual journey. It is our solo agreement with Life/Universe, and it is wholly unique and personal. No one can write the story for us, and no one can walk the path in our place — it is simply not possible. Because the path unfolds moment to moment, one breath after another, in real time.
Our life is our individual spiritual path, the way of our individual spirit. And we become better travelers too, as we start understanding the signs and signals, directions, etc. This is the gift of “choiceless awareness,” where we are aware of the path and its existence, and we are led forward by faith in the Universe, yet completely aware and present. This is a journey of loving faith and awareness, and it exists for each one of us.
Developing a unique personal style is as much (or more) about authenticity than it is about shopping. And it takes a bit of work, yes. But it is so worth it — the journey and the destination. And the ease and comfort and confidence at the end.
(Have started on Morning Pages, and this one showed up a couple of days ago.)
There is enough time, there is. Enough breath too – Don’t let your impatience kill the game before it even starts. Build patience – slow, relentless persistence – pace your breaths – make them last. Lengthen the hold – extend from end to end. Practise economy and grace – everything is a resource – use wisely – judiciously – resourcefully. This is beautiful imagery – spontaneous/life. Move from the impetuous artist-creative-writer to the practiced athlete. Pacing, practising, flowing. Breathing like a swimmer, taking it in, letting out slowly, with purpose & deliberation, fully cognizant and aware of the power, purpose and intensity. This is life, this is practice. This is for the long haul. This is about grace and economy. Spare, minimal. Beautiful, not wasteful.
A feeling of energy controlled with intent – not a wild river or a young elephant, but a clear river dancing/snaking down the mountain – unmistaken in its vector – moving, not dashing. Youth is an aspect of its intensity, not movement. It moves surely, slowly, but with purpose, even if it is momentary, yet in the moment, established in the movement and the moment. Surefooted dancers are the best – so are the hikers and climbers. You know where to place the foot. You have spent years seriously considering where to place the foot, and now this knowledge is embodied, embedded – there is no thought, no premeditation – the individual unit has dissolved and there is continuity, system integrity – togetherness – oneness. And it is this flow that we yearn to – we always yearn to dissolve – to let the Big Mind take over.
It takes years and years of effort and practice before we can fully and finally dissolve, and then we do it each moment, every second, next, one after the other.