Friday, May 15, 2009

Mindful Living

it is hard to let go. To be totally present in the moment, not look forward, not look back, just be.

Buddhists call it mindful living. Being aware of the present, all of the present. For me it's like listening in on a chaotic family meeting. I have so many different voices pulling at me. Different parts of who I am, all clamoring for attention.

There is the Tough Guy, who just wants to go out and have fun, break rules, live wild and on impulse. There is the Worrier, always fraught about something, or someone. There is the General, who wants to go go go, be bigger, better, faster than anyone else. Often talked over, the Athlete is annoyed at what terrible shape I'm in. The Mother, who wants to care take, make everything nice for everyone, and is still upset about not making homemade baby food.

Give it up, sister, it's been a long time.

Then, of course, there are the lurkers, the ones that you have to listen hard to hear. The Little Girl, who's pain scares all the rest. The Needy one, who paces back and forth, wishing only to be held, for the noise to stop.

I know. I sound like Sybil, don't I? It's not as if they are real separate beings, just very real voices that drive me on a daily basis. Sometimes, one gets in charge and moves me in an off kilter direction- like the General. The General's direction is to get a real job, earn some real money, and move on with life.

Not such a bad idea. Except that the Mother hates it, the Athlete knows it means no time to work out, and the Tough Guy is completely against anything that would mean structure. The Worrier... well, the Worrier worries. How will it work out? What will happen to the kids? Will it strain the marriage?

The Little Girl knows it means more layers to work through to be heard.

The catch is to be mindful of them all. Take pieces of each, because each is incredibly valuable. I love being spontaneous, a mother, and I don't think I'll ever give up worrying. I do want to be successful, although I'm not sure what it looks like.

And I want the Little Girl to be heard, held, and comforted.

I've been trying to sit with all of them, to listen, and to find the good in all of them. It's not easy to do. The fire needs more wood, or the ocean looks calm enough to take a boat out onto and the dog would love to take yet another walk.

But I'm trying.


Blogger Dawg said...

I vote boat! :)

12:57 PM  
Blogger Ms. Moon said...

Ah, yes, Sara. I feel just this way too most of the time.
At least we aren't boring ourselves. Right?

1:00 PM  
Blogger Rev. Bob said...

Be in the peace and love of your family and the world, a world that mysteriously doesn't care and yet has a welcoming place for you in it to be now and other welcoming places for you to be tomorrow and the day after that.

1:27 PM  
Anonymous donald said...

i hope you saw that fog bank moving in before you went out in the boat!

what about the sot? is that voice telling you today that we shouldn't drink like we did last night? mine sure is!!! LOL

3:19 PM  
Blogger Sue J said...

I vote sot!

3:21 PM  
Blogger Sara said...

yes donald, I believe it will be an early bedtime tonight.


4:15 PM  
Anonymous donald said...

sot - a confirmed drunkard!

6:13 AM  
Blogger Sara said...

yeah, well, after my baked potato, I was in bed and sound asleep by 9pm last night.

the sot was sent to exile!

7:23 AM  

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