What if I could just think about something and have it show up in my life? I wonder.
During last fall’s retreat, I often was able to reach a deep meditative state when sitting in the hall with other yogis. I could feel energy behind my eyes and a “shimmering down” of something sweet falling to my neck and beyond. It was a space of much love and peace. Everything stopped as I was held in some mysterious embrace. And then the whole thing would go away. I learned to trust that it would come back.
Over the last month, this same feeling has occasionally flooded me during the plainest moments – driving down the road, walking downtown, sitting on the toilet. How can this be happening in “real life”, apart from the seclusion of the retreat centre and the serenity of the meditation hall? I don’t know, but it is happening … And it’s happening right now.
I’m sitting in a warming shed at the Wards Island ferry dock on Toronto Island. I’m alone, and yet it feels like the universe is all around. I’m tapping away to you in a space of “all rightness”. It doesn’t matter what I say. Whatever comes out of my thumbs will be just fine.
Last night I went to a concert with my friend Jane. Afterwards we were sitting in a restaurant enjoying an appetizer. We talked about lots of things. At one point, I remembered the marvel of those peaceful moments I’ve just described. I told Jane about it. And just like that … I was there: the shimmering, the space enveloping me, the peace. My eyes widened. “Jane, what I just said – I’m there.” How can this be? It’s just like during sitting meditation. All I did was speak the experience … and “Voilà!”
It’s three hours later now. I’ve listened to a marvelous string quartet at the island church. Most of the time, while listening or chatting, you could say I went unconscious, not at all in touch with the sublimity. And that’s okay. Once in awhile, the thought came up “I wonder if I can do this when I’m talking to someone, like with Jane.” But that’s not it. There’s no doing. The sweetness just showed up with Jane. No prompting other than starting to talk about the experience. No intention to unfold. I actually tried to reach the space when eating brunch with five other folks … but no go. Maybe a glimpse for a few seconds, but that was all. It’s all right. I don’t mind.
I just had a thought – perhaps saying a single word could foster the opening of Spirit. How about “This”, in the sense of right here and right now? As opposed to “That”, with the here and/or the now missing. No, “this” doesn’t ring true.
During a particular flurry of bows and strings this afternoon, another word showed up … “Listen”. That feels better. It could be a trigger to spaciousness when I’m in the middle of a conversation. We’ll see. But isn’t that just more doing?
Now I’m on the ferry back to downtown Toronto. The peace is back, unbeckoned. Such a mystery. In the next few days, when I’m talking to someone, I’ll see if the forces of the universe open me, with or without a word on my lips.
It’s a grand adventure
No pressing for a result