I'm no good at the no-desire policy of Budddhism. Inherently, I'm a desirous person, lusting after happiness without guilt about it. But this morning, after a long hard week of soul-searchy heart-pinging junk, I realized anew that there is something very wise about not desiring things.
Because, in fact,
the world will not end because my parents can't cuddle their grandbaby,
and, in fact,
everything is okay in spite of us being broke,
and that my daughter will figure out how to have an evening without me,
and that this phase of no-work, all-at-home madness is temporary,
and that my partner loves me even when he forgets to show it,
and that my desire to write and knit and craft and be will return,
and that by just breathing
and relaxing
and enjoying the little tiny
minutiae,
I'll get through it, breath by breath.
It's all okay.
2 days ago
