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We Got Lucky

What every moment offers us

Shayla Wright
Aug 31, 2018 · 4 min read

I had a bad day this week. It was a day of struggle and self judgment. The kind of day when you feel powerless, trapped inside the stories of the mind. The ruthless logic of my intellect had me pinned to the wall. The story of failure, of missing the boat, was loud and persistent. I saw myself repeating the same tragic mental and emotional habits of my parents, perpetuating the traumatic imprints of my whole ancestral line. Emerging from weeks of wild fire smoke, the infinite bright beauty of the sky could not deliver me from the smoke inside. I was grief stricken, hopeless; I felt like a walking mistake.

Part of this experience was connected with a recent separation from my partner. The natural grieving process was in full flow. I was at the supermarket, reeling with all this despair. And then I stumbled into a moment. I was bent over, filling a bag with goji berries. Perhaps the irrepressible well-being in those berries, grown on a mountain slope in Mongolia or China, trickled into my body. As I stood up, I heard myself asking this question; “No matter how bad I feel, no matter how dark it looks, how barbaric it appears to be on the inside or on the outside, does any of this experience actually prevent me from practicing?”

Once that question slipped down my midline and lit up the inside of my brain, the answer was clear: No. The question and the answer were not separate. None of this prevents me from practicing. In fact, it seems to be asking me for more, for a deeper practice. A more courageous practice, a wilder practice.

What a privilege it is to know this. To really know it. It’s what Chogyam Trungpa, the great Tibetan teacher meant when he said, “Everything is workable.” Stepping into the truth of this, thank God, is not white privilege. Black men on death row have awakened to the truth of this. Brown women in the jungle have discovered this. Yellow people, red people, have allowed the truth of this to catch fire in them. This liberating beauty of this knowledge permeates every strand, every angle of the rainbow.

Any colour, any gender, anyone who is human, has an opportunity to know this. But those of us who take it in, we got lucky.

If we hold fast to the truth of this, anchor our hearts and minds to this lifeline, we’ll discover the parts of us that don’t believe it’s possible. Especially in the mad frenetic pace of our lives. We’ll talk ourselves into believing that we cannot really practice until we have some quiet time, a few days off.

There is certainly a strand of truth running through this idea. We do need quiet time, and many of us have not claimed that time for ourselves. It might even feel impossible, if, like a brilliant young client of mine, you have a profession, a husband and a young child.

We cannot afford to wait until we have some quiet time, until we are on retreat. We have to learn to practice right in the middle of the market place. We have to listen, lean into, the voice of our soul, and be prepared to hear those whispers, even when the din around us is very loud.

Adya Shanti’s Zen teacher was a woman who awakened while she was raising a large family. When Adya asked her how she did it, how she found the time to contemplate, to inquire, to rest in presence, she said, “I looked for the spaces that open up unexpectedly, all through the day.”

He said, “Like when?”

She said, “Like at a stoplight.”

That is persistence, that is devotion. If you listen to your soul like that, she will start speaking to you more and more clearly. Then you can begin to claim your right to fully be here, to inhabit this moment with all of who you are. And at the very same time, to die to this moment, to let go, so that something unknown can emerge, through you.

Each of us carries

in our chest

a song

so old

we don’t know

if we learned it

some night

between the murmurs

of fallen kisses

our lips

surprise us

when we utter

this song

that is singing

and crying at once

~Francisco X Alarcon

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