Thinking about friend Karleen’s (Koenâ€“â€“a marvelous writer!!) comment on the frustration of making time for practice. I know this is THE most difficult aspect of Personal Practiceâ€“â€“just shoe-horning it into the day. I don’t even think the word ‘resistance’ applies any more, the way it might have two decades ago when there really was a slightly calmer lifestyleâ€“â€“I’m not imagining this; life is more hecticâ€“â€“but internal resistance is greatly abbetted by our current hyper pace. I remember my friend Lori from Atlanta saying how she didn’t like to be too busy. That was five years ago, and it sounded revolutionary to me; everyone else complained proudly of being so busy. Now I look around and see people numb & crazed; its level of busy verging on insanity.
Amidst a bombardment of desire-mongering , making time to practice seems faintly absurd. Practice is slowing. It is simplifying the monkey mind, watching as neurotransmitters turn edginess to silk. Naturally this sounds appealing, but it is dissonant with modern life. Desire-mongering is the culprit. That’s the spot where I grab myself…Do I really want all the things? The interactions, the clothes, the food, the gizmos, the ambitions, the specious obligations, the perfections? No. I mostly don’t. I need a few things. A very few things. Mostly I need time, which means removing the clutter of acquisition. I need time for timeless-ness.
Here’s what Casita (Negron Wild) wrote me after the 2008 Cape Cod Winter Weekend:
“There are times when god stops the clock and I am suspendedâ€“â€“frozen in time. There is something about the suspension that provides a neccessary contrast to the relentless motion of everyday life. Thank you for helping me be in stillness in motion, and watching the body’s intelligence emerge and communicate through the mind. These times are golden, as they are so hard to find, yet they tower over the details of everyday lifeâ€“â€“large and expansive.”