November 2nd, 2020
There has been a tension in my belly most days this last couple of weeks. A jitteriness, a tightness in my chest, and some spinning in my head. Right now, many of us are fraught with worry, loss of control, a deep fear of the unknown. I have been trying to use my tools, but it really is hard when I am balancing work, teaching online, remote learning for kids, a partner who is almost too informed about politics and the state of the world, worry about high-risk family members in States spiking with Covid-19, and not to mention an historic and important election this week.
This time is a lot. It just is.
I have a sweet Monday meditation group I have been leading. I have several regulars that show up week after week. One of the students that I see most Mondays is a dedicated student at Source Yoga, Hira, who has been practicing yoga for decades. She shared a beautiful image with our group a couple of weeks ago, and the image has stayed with me.
She said that being human and living in our world is like being on a teeter totter. Things are always going up or coming down. Constantly changing. The news of the day, our own mind states, our emotional ups and downs. We get news that we see as good and we are elated, we get news that we see as bad and we are depressed. Spiritual Practice, she said, is like learning to balance right in the middle. Sitting yourself right at the fulcrum of the teeter totter. As things go up and down all around you, over time and practice, you start to gain facility with finding the center point, the place of balance, steady despite the constant change around you.
This is not to say that you never have a reaction to what you perceive as good or bad news, or you never have emotions, or even that we should bypass what is difficult for some image of a perfect peaceful state. But when we are constantly reacting to the ups and downs of the world around us, we are perpetuating more of the same – up and down, being flung around by the daily news and our emotional reactions to them.
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You may have heard the Taoist story about the farmer whose horse runs away. “Such bad luck!” The farmer’s neighbors say.
“Maybe yes, maybe no,” says the Farmer.
The next day the horse returns with two more horses. “Such good fortune!” say the villagers.
“Maybe yes, maybe no,” says the farmer.
The next day, one of the horses throws his son and he breaks his leg
“Such bad luck!”
“Maybe yes, maybe no.”
The next day the local army comes to draft young, healthy men into battle. They see the son’s broken leg and reject him from service.
Such good luck!
Maybe yes, maybe no.
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We never know. We don’t know if the thing we celebrate today will t