Mid-May
is the time of the year in Santa Barbara that begins what I would call “the doldrums”…
the weather is as predictable as the sun rising or setting and it will be that
way until August or September when the temperature hits the 90s and then until
November or December when we start getting rain. I would have called the lack
of inner turmoil, (emotional storms, fits of anger, longing for love and bouts
of grandiosity into depression), spiritual doldrums at one time too. No drama in
my life translated into boredom. As much as I told myself that I didn’t want
such drama my behavior defied my intentions. What was so troubling about boredom
and why couldn’t I be satisfied with quietude? Why did I seem to always have
something going on and couldn't take a few minutes out of my day to sit with no
ambition at all beyond shutting-up the monkey chatter between my ears?
Once
I began meditating a new adventure presented itself. It is something to do that
undoes doing… doing… doing. Have you ever had a friend that chattered about
nothing all the time but once in a while, after all you are friends, sat
quietly with you for a few minutes enjoying the sunset or the breeze wafting
through the forest. Just standing on the beach or taking a walk with your inner-most dear friend… that is what
it is like to meditate. Your inner-most mind is a dear friend that knows you and reads you like a book but it is a good
thing to sit regularly and quietly with it. These are times to get to know and bond with your dear friend. This takes training but it is so worth it. The
dramatic unfolding of consciousness in tune with the universal love of the
Heart of Compassion is more fulfilling and exciting than my own petty dramas.
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