In my last post, I mentioned mindfulness. It’s a buzzword these days. Just be mindful, and all will be well. That would be like me saying to live every day simply. In an unapologetically Buddhist way, mindfulness is that easy and that difficult, just as living life simply is. Read that as you will.
Only you know what is most important in your life. Only you know what requires your attention and most feeds your soul; they aren’t often the same thing, and we all know it changes on a daily, if not hourly basis.
But if, in a moment, you can be where you are, at once embracing it yet with open arms and feeling everything fully without being overwhelmed, then you can do what needs to be done with clarity. You can make a conscious choice, knowing what is the best thing to do in that moment. This is our best work, or our work at its best. With this clarity and sense of purpose, there is a profound freedom to be experienced. There is a sense of participating in the flow of life.
I am more than a little amused at all the self-help books out there, the variety of techniques that aim to bring us to a sense of peace. Each of us could write our own book. Those of us who write, indeed, write mostly for and to ourselves, for that’s all we truly know. At the core of it all, though, is the one flow of life, one peace, one good, and that’s what ties us together. That’s what, when we write, we hope to tap into, sharing a truth that might resonate for others.
Again, only you know what you need. First you have to be conscious. You have to be honest. Then you keep practicing and keep working hard. We work hard to be, just be, in peace. This is good work.
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