Monday, July 20, 2015

Learning how to navigate in choppy water.

Finding Balance

In the way, nothing is personal. You are merely an instrument in the hands of the forces, participating in the harmony of balance. You must reach the point where your whole interest lies in the balance and not in any personal preference for how things should be. It's that way with all of life. The more you can work with balance, the more you can just sail through life.”
Michael A. Singer (The Untethered Soul)

Michael Singer uses a sailing metaphor for the way one lives within the Tao. I, myself, am not a sailor, but have been sailing with others many times. Skill is required in understanding the position of the sail in relation to wind direction, the tautness of the ropes and the balance of weight inside the boat. I remember sailing on the ocean once with my former husband when the wind was very strong; one side of the boat dipped low in the water, and we hung off the opposite side to keep from tipping over. He loved that speed, and the perilous dance of keeping the sail just so. He found hanging above the freezing depths of the northern Atlantic to be exhilarating. I was never so glad to see dry land in my life. It's all about balance, he'd say, but I remembered another time when the ropes became tangled and the boat turned over and all its parts and occupants spent time in that cold, choppy water. I prefer the relative security of terra firma.

The point is that each of us has a balance point, and that point is dynamic rather than static; we must adjust when the circumstances change. When we discover how to balance, the wind can blow and the sea churn, and we will be still and secure in the eye of it. Some days, we find our balance and live from it, and some days, our ropes get tangled, our sail comes down, and we take a dip in the deep. Finding and keeping balance requires work; we have to try and fail, and try and fail many times, before we get the hang of it. We have no control over the wind and the sea, but we can learn to hold our center in the midst of the chop. Practice, dear ones, practice!

                                                                In the Spirit,

                                                                    Jane

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