Here we are...

Just off the Port Bow—a place of uncertainty, adventure, and insight. Thank you for your ears, eyes and hearts. I hope to bring compassion, grace and beauty to your day.

Content

"May I be Content."


When I began this exercise of focusing on my six "metta phrases", one each week, I had already decided that the last two, "May I have health" and "May I be content" were the weakest links in this bath of self-compassion into which I daily settle myself. 

Today is Sunday. I have one more day of using this phrase invoking contentment, and I am inclined to say that this one phrase is almost the most powerful...the most comprehensive.

As with the phrase addressing all manners of health, this one addresses all manner of contentment. 

May I be content in this moment.
May I be content with this pain in my knee.
May I be content with this thought.
May I be content with this uncertainty...all this uncertainty.
May I be content with this silence...with the words I have just spoken.
May I be content with the dream that disturbed my sleep last night.
May I be content with the aching and empty space in my gut.
May I be content with the weather.
May I be content...

A teaching, one that keeps coming up over and over, is this: "Cling to nothing as me or mine."

Contentment is that place of non-clinging—in all things.

I have much to learn about being content. For instance...How do I engage life in a proactive (as opposed to passive) way, still nurturing contentment?

Or, how about this? To the extent that this "metta phrase" is the Serenity Prayer in condensed form, what is "the courage to change the things I can" all about?

Content...as this tree.






It ain't Over till it's Over...

In and Around...a pile of logs