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So in my own life, lots of joy. But I've been thinking about this joy of the day thing. Joy is great--as long as it doesn't turn into attachment. To me, joy is something that I can love and relish and then let go of, but attachment is the feeling that I must have this person, event, thing, moment, experience, or I can't be happy. And from my Buddhist perspective, that attachment is a sure route to suffering. So I'm going to start thinking about whether I'm dealing with joy or attachment, with aversion or momentary pain, with equanimity or indifference.
I thought about either putting thoughts like these behind a cut or creating a "spiritual thoughts" filter, and both are still possibilities. For now, I'll just keep writing, but if anyone doesn't like reading these thoughts, let me know and I'll choose a way of keeping them limited to people who want to read them.
Anyway, back to the good day yesterday, being with a group of friends working on a project. So beautiful to be outside in the warm sunny day, so good to be with people I'd known a long time and new people, such good food, so good to have a feeling of accomplishment. Thinking of the day still makes me feel good--but not sad that it ended, and not craving to do the very same thing again next weekend. So maybe I'm not attached to that. But I also remember when there was a chance that I could never do that again, and I didn't want to let it go. Right on the edge, there.
"He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy
He who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sunrise"
Thanks, William Blake.
I thought about either putting thoughts like these behind a cut or creating a "spiritual thoughts" filter, and both are still possibilities. For now, I'll just keep writing, but if anyone doesn't like reading these thoughts, let me know and I'll choose a way of keeping them limited to people who want to read them.
Anyway, back to the good day yesterday, being with a group of friends working on a project. So beautiful to be outside in the warm sunny day, so good to be with people I'd known a long time and new people, such good food, so good to have a feeling of accomplishment. Thinking of the day still makes me feel good--but not sad that it ended, and not craving to do the very same thing again next weekend. So maybe I'm not attached to that. But I also remember when there was a chance that I could never do that again, and I didn't want to let it go. Right on the edge, there.
"He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy
He who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sunrise"
Thanks, William Blake.