By letting go of harmful desire, I got more of the physical depth that I'd wanted before, yet the shapes of the poses barely mattered now. What did matter was how good it felt to just be with what is and let go of what isn't.
Worry has historically played a vital role in our survival and it helps us cope with many of the challenges we face today. At the same time, worry that is too intense and too unrelenting can definitely cut down on your happiness and enjoyment of life.
It was the quintessential evening of contentment. That is, until this ostentatious and well-to-do couple sat down at the table beside us. From the moment they took possession of their seats, nothing was right. The room was too cold. Then, it was too hot. The music too loud; then not loud enough.
Given how much time I spend wandering around consumed by how stellar life will be once I lose the last five pregnancy pounds, get my book written, get the baby to sleep through the night, that to realize quite suddenly that I am happy right now is miraculous. It stops me in my tracks.
Today, if you are "working poor" the first thing I want you to learn is "contentment." I know what many of you are thinking. Many of you are thinking that contentment means, "I am happy to be poor." But this couldn't be further from the truth.
Aging and changing might be inevitable, but they ain't easy. They precipitate in us a great uncertainty. The myriad dramatic disturbances of modern middle life create an overwhelming crisis of identity and purpose for each of us.
We spend our lives trying to get to some imaginary there, where lasting happiness awaits. What we don't know how to do is to get to here, where we are. We discover well-being when we shift our focus toward this moment and what is actually here.
Today I was whiling away my life on Facebook as usual when I noticed one of my sidebar ads. Underneath this-and-that artist who sounds like Bon Iver I saw something peculiar. "Be a Nun!" it declared. Wait. What?
Early in my life I was told to be careful how I treated strangers because I might be entertaining angels without realizing it. A few days ago a small clan of angels arrived on my patio without my invitation or knowledge.
As the year draws into a close, many of us reflect back to our personal highs and lows. Even people who are not totally convinced of the end followed by a new beginning get pulled into the general feeling of warm hugs, introspection and slowing down.
Is that screen and keyboard often in your hand the greatest personal and professional tool ever, or is it the devil's device, insidiously sucking the time out of your life and the life out of your soul?