I am indebted to Anne Peterson who inspired this conversation.
Some days I
wake up
into
the same old same
old
space. And on at least a few of those days, my first take is if I
didn't have to, they're not worth
getting
up for. On such days I'll turn over, and
get
some extra zzzzz's. Given
how
things seem, extra zzzzz's are the more attractive option,
even more attractive than
Life itself
- as crazy as it
sounds.
On other days I'll
wake up
into a brand new, pristine, exciting space which calls me out of bed
and
drives
me into life long before I've even fully dressed.
What do I
mean
by
"how
we
deal
with the
experiences
we have"?
How
we
deal
with the
experiences
we have, is by exercising our
say so
in the matter ie by what we
say
about them. I
began
looking at (and differentiating between) what I'm
saying
when I'm
dealing
with the
same old same old
space, and what I'm
saying
(a bit differently, it would seem) when I'm
dealing
with a space so new, so pristine, so exciting that I can't
get
out of bed and dressed fast enough to seize the day.
My seeming inability to differentiate between the two (leaving me with
no
power
over either) perplexed me. And perplexity is a space I'd rather not
be in ie it's a space I
naturally
avoid. But
naturally
avoiding it has led me
nowhere.
It's certainly hasn't
empowered
me to differentiate. So I decided to try something new: instead of
avoiding the perplexity, I allowed myself to be perplexed.
That's basic
Zen:
experience
the
experience.
So here I am,
standing
in perplexity, not trying to understand it all, not trying
to avoid
being
perplexed (I guess you could
say
I finally figured out
how
to handle perplexity: the way to handle perplexity, is by
being
perplexed).
At first, I still couldn't see any qualitative difference between my
say so
on those
same old same old
days, and my
say so
on those new, pristine, exciting days. And if there really is no
discernible difference in my
say so
which brings on either
the same old same old
space, or the new, pristine, exciting space, then I'm powerless over
both ie I have no
power
to bring on (or to end) the one or the other, and I
especially have no
power
to
transform
the former.
Listen:
there's only one thing worse than
waking up
into what can only be called
the same old same oldmood, and it's knowing that without my
say so
in the matter, that new, pristine, exciting space would also be just
a mood. It may be a more attractive mood. It may be a
more desirable mood. It may even be a more
cherished mood. But it would be a mood nonetheless. And
the thing about a mood is it comes on as a
reactivation
rather than as a
creation
ie it comes on by itself, beyond my control - or worse, in
spite of it. That much seemed
clear
whenever
the same old same old
mood was upon me. Yet I knew there was something else at
play
when that new, pristine, exciting space was upon me, making it not a
reactivation
but a
creation
ie making it (in a
word)
accessible. Then finally I
got
what it is. It's this:
You may
ask
"Isn't that esoteric?". Not really.
Speaking
a
context
to live into, is as germane, as pragmatic, as staple as
serving
up bread and water and milk and rice.