|Practicing contentment is a radical act in a consumption-driven society.|
|ROBIN WALL KIMMERER|
It’s interesting that after years of charting my moods on the advice of therapists with various degrees, the Buddhist teacher I listen to now talks about “feelings”. In this system of categorizing, there are only three feelings: pleasant, unpleasant, or neutral.
Moods on the other hand are conceptual interpretations, applied meaning based on an understanding of context. Understanding in this context being an understanding, not knowledge in any objective sense.
This works for me.
I have no idea if this is “right” but I think about all the studies of the reptilian brain – the idea that organisms of all kinds exhibit either attraction, aversion, or disregard to phenomenon. How scientists continue to argue whether an aversion response is an indication of “pain” – or of what we call “suffering”.
This has changed my yoga (asana) practice entirely. It has also ushered in a brutally honest confrontation with my own psychological pain. There is a pleasantness in the familiar. That is a truth. Though not particularly noble.
It’s pleasantness in a dark groove of melancholy; pleasantness in naming a scapegoat for what is uncomfortable.
I find this kind of sorting of language and concepts pleasant, too. It somehow makes familiar ideas shiny and new. I think this pleasantness conceptualizes as pride: “I’m so smart.”
At dinner tonight E. and I were talking about the difference between delusion, hallucination and illusion. His curiosity about the language. Mine about my own ignorance of specifics.
Every year I have a few students in movement who complain that the exercises hurt. I ask, “Does it hurt, or is it just uncomfortable? Because each of those states requires a very different response: stop, or breathe.”
Only now, with my own children grown and my mistakes made – only now as my body is edging closer to limits and requires more attention – do I surrender to the truth of subjectivity.
I’m still thinking about contentment: a mood. And how maybe contentment isn’t pleasant at all – but neutral. It’s a place to rest after the highs of gains, and achievements, and moments of wonder – but free of any fear of loss, and of any desire to accumulate more.
It requires an odd kind of faith, I think, to be content: faith that the continually changing world will bring both horrors and wonders into our present.
And we can learn to rest between them.
Rest. (Wait – don’t hold – don’t clench with a glottal stop – ssh – just wait.)
I tell my students if you’re never uncomfortable
you’re never learning, but
nothing in the world must try
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ssh, oh, a dervish eclipse of thought and feeling. (and pardon, but I think you are smart, smarter than me by a mile – but also – so what’s that?)
also yes, subjectively, learning is uncomfortable. that’s one of my tests actually. I trust my discomfort in the service of learning. what’s to learn of something you’ve already been?
and are changes only subjective, seeing both horrors and wonders? but if that’s an internal choice, then why do we resist the less dramatic path?
love your ending lines. “nothing in the world must try to grow.” worth all the reading just to arrive at that line!
some of your images echo in me. coming back days later. maybe wearing a different hat. but still, the thread beginning with you. I like when it comes home to me.
I like how everything is so interconnected 😀
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