It took an hour and a half before the rising sun intersected with a patch of blue sky, but I was determined to be there and ready when it happened. I had plenty of time to walk around and consider the scenery and angles I wanted to photograph.
It was a cold morning, and at times I wished the clouds would hurry up and move out of the way. But then I'd take a deep breath and remind myself that this is a perfect opportunity to practice. To meditate.
After decades of practicing on and off, I have come to understand meditation quite simply as the act of bringing awareness back from the thinking mind to the spaciousness of the present moment. You catch yourself again and again, bring your mind back, and work on strengthening that response so it becomes more instinctive and immediate. Meditative awareness offers freedom from the tyranny of thought.
I couldn't do anything to speed up the clouds, so I had some choices, as we all do:
- Give up and go home
- Be agitated and discontented with the present moment while waiting for it to change
- Embrace the moment, and love what's already here.
You can complain about life not meeting your expectations, about all the misery in the world, about the present moment not being as you want it to be. Or you can find something to love, here and now. You can have a peaceful, joyful heart despite it all.
I have had a lot of opportunity for practice lately. When the house is still at night or I'm alone without any distractions, my parents' suffering often arises in my mind. I think about how very unfair it is that such good, kind people can receive such cruel blows from life. Pancreatic cancer sucks. My mom is worn out and in pain much of the time. She hasn't been able to do the things she loves. I realize the importance of acknowledging, allowing, and releasing grief, and I know from experience that grief is hard, physical work.
But this will not stop me from searching for beauty. From spending more than two hours outdoors on a frosty morning waiting for the moment when the light finally shines through and transforms the world into a luminous wonderland. Kahlil Gibran's words from The Prophet resonate: "The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain." In fact, the sorrow only fuels my desire to find and share joy and beauty.
Grief is energy that feels like a wave crashing through me. But I'm realizing that grief is not the same thing as sorrow. Grief is physical. Tears flow. Like shells and stones that wash up as waves crash against the shore, grief often gives rise to sadness and sorrow - which can be perpetuated by the egoic, thinking mind. Once the wave of grief energy passes, I can choose whether to focus on thoughts of deprivation or gratitude. I can feel sadness for my mom's suffering and for everything her cancer is stealing from us. I can continue to think sad thoughts for as long as I want. But those thoughts will not change her situation. They will only keep me awake at night and leave me feeling tired the next day - and less present and able to do the things that will make a difference. So instead of feeding the sorrow, I've found that once the grief wave passes through, I can breathe into my heart center and transform grief into gratitude. Gratitude for having such loving parents who have helped me to become who I am today. Gratitude for having awakened to how amazing and beautiful my parents are while there is still time to repay their love and kindness and enjoy their company.
It's all the same: Impatience for the sun to shine, grieving my mother's illness, etc., etc., etc. It's all an opportunity to practice returning to the spaciousness of the present moment and discovering the gifts waiting to be noticed and received.
While waiting for the sun to shine this morning, I found so much beauty when I decided to take a look around and expand my awareness beyond waiting and focusing on what was missing from the moment. The same can also be done when a loved one has a serious illness. Every moment is an opportunity to live and love more fully. Every moment offers a gift.
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