Frolic in the snow
Chris and I went to our favorite winter get away, Sun Valley, in January. The contrast between Kauai’s warm weather and winter’s bite was shocking but easy to handle for a short time. Breaking momentum is a great thing about a vacations. What seemed so important is left behind as new fresh experience fills the perceptions.
We love to lunch at Roundhouse and are always entertained by the same accordian player. I’ve dreamed about him at times. This time he approached us playing Que Sera Sera, What Ever Will Be Will Be. I told him that I first heard that song as a young boy in Cape Cod. I continued telling him that it set in motion a primary question in my mind. Is it really so easy as letting life be, or does one have to be try and manipulate every thing for personal and greater benefit?
“I thought the same thing,” he said, “and I’m still struggling with that to this day.” “But isn’t the mind your ally, and don’t we need it to create the life we want,” he questioned as he left us.
Soon after, I wanted to go skiing, and there I was. . . . racing down the mountain, wind blowing across the face, the thrilling feeling of speed shaking the senses. But, in the middle of it all, here comes the mind to remind me about making a reservation for dinner tomorrow. Boom! It hit me. I had decided what I wanted. I spent the money, time and effort, and in the middle of it, the mind breaks in to “help” with some details concerning tomorrow. How do you shut this thing off? This is one example of what I mean when I say that your mind is your only enemy.
Two of my friends have invited me to play poker. I said no to this swamp of mind. It is place where the mind is used to pretend. It can bluff in a poker game and discern who else is bluffing. Is this not a valuable skill that should be good fun? Or is pretending leading us in the wrong direction. Authenticity has been lost in our world, thanks to the mind. Allowing has also been lost. Presence, a state with no mind, is also sacrificed.
Boom! The mind’s hold is cracking. A ray of awakening penetrates the long covered armor. I exit singing the future’s not ours to see, what ever will be will be, que sera sera.