FOUND IN TRANSLATION
A Nor’easter is bearing down on us. Again. I’m not complaining. It’s wintertime, and this is what we do here in New York during the winter. Weather. It’s one of the reasons I looked forward to moving here from Seattle. The four distinct seasons. So it’s all good. What I want to do now is translate that attitude to my inner life. I want to feel that matter-of-fact acceptance—even welcome—of the winds of difficulty, the snows of struggle in my daily existence.
When it’s freezing outside, I don’t complain about it. I’m a winter girl. I put on as many layers as I can before going out, and most often, I enjoy the bracing cold. But when I’m studying chemistry (as part of the anatomy training) for my 500-hour yoga teaching certification, I whine about how foreign it is to me, how I’ll never remember all this stuff, I’m too old for this, yada yada. What if I just put on more layers of quiet (maybe even happy) determination before venturing into the chemistry world? Who’s stopping me? I could totally do that.
When it snows, and I’m sitting at my window watching it come down—I am filled with such joy. I love the snow! But when I’m visited by old emotional pain, or, even worse, that more insidious vague dissatisfaction lounging around in the living room of my day, I am immediately held hostage, trapped, suffering. I don’t sit at the window of that experience and smile with wonder at the beauty of yet another opportunity to wake up out of it all. But I could.
Every sigh of frustration or sadness could be a mindfulness bell, a reminder that it’s time to let go of story and wake up to the Now. Every discouraged slump of my shoulders could be a friend, nudging me awake, “Hey. You were dreaming. Wake up.”
I am going to use the language of my love for winter to help me through any current challenges I face today.
Happy Holidays everyone, and a blessed turning of the year.