I am still studying Deepak (Misspelled his name yesterday - need two e's) Chopra's Way of the Wizard. I find myself at the end and returning to re-read parts. Today "spirit is born of pure silence" hit me as the message of the day. So, I am grateful for my refuge here where silence is not difficult to find. Even my cottage where I spend much of my time is usually quiet except for the clicking of my laptop keys.
But a deeper lesson is emerging from yesterday's events. I have been living a life of the perfectionist as long as I can remember. And yesterday several attempts at doing were filled with retrys. Just one example, I'm attempting a knitting project that requires a pattern of stitches involving things I've not done in forty years - and I'm stumbling over and over again. I know how to do them now but can't consistently do them. Therefore, I've started over several times and have tried to make adaptations and corrections in the middle of rows, and finally I've given up and am simply knitting away errors and all. This morning I decided to forget about trying to make it perfect and just enjoy the knitting process. It is strange how the imperfections show up in our work. Perhaps they are meant to be. I intend continuing on this "shrug" I'm knitting and use it to remind me in the process that I am not perfect and that's OK.
By the way, knitting is a wonderful process for being in the silence and is more about being than doing. Therein lies the message! The good life is more about being than doing.
But a deeper lesson is emerging from yesterday's events. I have been living a life of the perfectionist as long as I can remember. And yesterday several attempts at doing were filled with retrys. Just one example, I'm attempting a knitting project that requires a pattern of stitches involving things I've not done in forty years - and I'm stumbling over and over again. I know how to do them now but can't consistently do them. Therefore, I've started over several times and have tried to make adaptations and corrections in the middle of rows, and finally I've given up and am simply knitting away errors and all. This morning I decided to forget about trying to make it perfect and just enjoy the knitting process. It is strange how the imperfections show up in our work. Perhaps they are meant to be. I intend continuing on this "shrug" I'm knitting and use it to remind me in the process that I am not perfect and that's OK.
By the way, knitting is a wonderful process for being in the silence and is more about being than doing. Therein lies the message! The good life is more about being than doing.
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