What does it mean to be free? To feel free? To honor other people’s freedom while embracing our own?
This morning, without thinking, in apparent keeping with the dark, wet, gray day, I picked out a brown sweater to wear. Then I thought, “what, am I crazy? I could bring color into the day.” Now I am dressed in the colors of the ocean on a bright, sunny day. To add some more light to my day, I started the day with some backbends and arm balances. If I had the luxury of staying inside all day, I perhaps would have done a more inward practice. I have committed to go out, though. To be happy to go out in the rain, I needed to create an abundance of bright, wide awake energy on the inside.
Samtosha (contentment or satisfaction) is, according to Patanjali, a practice.
I don’t know whether
It’s just me or if everyone else
Encountering issues
Let me know
if this is happening
More beautiful than I imagined!
Truth small absolutely.
But despite it I delighted.
Good, I would say…
I still have the sense of the miraculous that I could have woken up in my own bed at a reasonable hour and then had lunch in Denver with my friend Robert on the same day. I am not sure that flying itself has the hubris of Icarus, but not marveling at it and complaining of relatively minor delays and discomfort to be able to shift one’s place in space so quickly, that is a different story.
In another world or time, most of what we take for granted would be thought magic. My sitting here at the computer and sending these words out is its own magic, as was turning on the lights and taking a hot shower in my room.
What will seem magical and wondrous for you today?
