When confronted with rules, limits, boundaries, and hard lines, do we rage, fall asleep, disassociate, blame? Cry? Scream? Give up? Bang on our pans at 7 p.m.? All perfect responses. But then what do we do when the anger subsides, our tears dry up, and it’s 7:05 p.m. and we’re still quarantined and afraid, or sick, and alone?
The Buddha said, “Better to live one day seeing the rise and fall of things than to live a hundred years without ever seeing the rise and fall of things.”
What do we do when everything we use to distract ourselves from the fact of our impermanence is taken from us? Not because we signed up for a Zen retreat, but because of war or disease?
For a culture endlessly intrigued by mindfulness, and by the allure of being truly present, this is our moment. For once, there’s nowhere else to be.
by Bethany Saltman (you can find the full article on Goop)