There is this great quote that I haven't been able to put my finger on. It goes something like this: 'I realised that I have spent most of my life living just to the right of myself.'
Lately I've
been thinking a lot about this, because I'm pretty sure this is familiar to pretty much everyone. How
rarely do I - even now, when I'm much more aware than I used to be - live rooted deeply in my own body, deeply in the
'Now'. I am frequently leaning ahead of myself, just out of reach,
off-centre, straining towards the next moment, the next relief, the
next reward, the next task. And when I'm shrinking away from an
anticipated unpleasant moment in the future, I'm still leaning away
from myself.
When I realise this, I
breathe deeply, and relax. My awareness changes. I feel
myself settle into myself. Time itself seems to shift, to slow. It is
deeply satisfying. I feel grounded. Yet a few moments later, my mind
is caught in a 'hook', as Pema Chodron would say, and I am following
the rabbit down the rabbit hole into a Wonderland of my own making,
where nothing is as it seems and everything is unsettling and carried
along on its own mad momentum. Until the realisation comes again, and
I breathe, and here I Am.
Part - but not all - of
the problem, is that we are surrounded by a human world which has
lost touch with itself and is constantly straining one step, or many
steps, ahead of the present moment. We are reminded of this
constantly, from the moment we turn on the radio or television,
listen to the latest pop song, drive in rush hour traffic, open our
emails, answer our phones. When the world around you beats to one
drum, it's difficult to follow the beat of another, especially one
that is quiet, and faint as a pulse, and only you can hear it.
I suppose this is why
it is a lifetime's practice, this living in the moment. And instead of
frustration every time we realise we have been 'hooked' again, we can
celebrate, because it's another moment of awareness, of coming back
to the present. We owe
it to ourselves and each other to escape the daily insanity of the
world we have created and find our deepest selves have never left us,
but are still waiting for, patiently, right here.
Excerpt
from the poem 'Unwittingly' by John Burnside
'...you'll come to yourself
in a glimmer of rainfall or frost,
the burnt smell of autumn,
a meeting of parallel lines,
and know you were someone else
for the longest time,
pretending you knew where you were, like a diffident tourist,
lost on the one main square, and afraid to enquire.'
'...you'll come to yourself
in a glimmer of rainfall or frost,
the burnt smell of autumn,
a meeting of parallel lines,
and know you were someone else
for the longest time,
pretending you knew where you were, like a diffident tourist,
lost on the one main square, and afraid to enquire.'
2 comments :
'Living in the moment' is an interesting concept. One of my brothers once told me that the only time he ever really felt at peace was when he was at high speed racing at Bathurst or some other racing track because it forced him to be 'in the moment''.
Yes, Alan, I think a lot of people are drawn to high-risk sports for this very reason. Something kind of meditative about it, and you can't afford to 'think', or you'll probably die. I hope my path won't be physically life-threatening. I'm no good with adrenalin!
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