Weekly Spiritual Challenges
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It’s almost funny, I keep reaching for some “next” spiritual teaching as if I’m looking for a lost key in the very room I’m sitting. There’s a tension like I’ve been running in circles searching for a promise or a special sign, all the time forgetting the very stillness already holding me up. And today, reading this, it just surfaced how much of my effort is just this constant trying. Sitting with this feeling isn’t all peace. It’s sometimes raw and bare and even kind of hollow, but inside that is a quiet honesty I rarely let myself admit. Maybe that’s all that’s really needed.
sometimes the overwhelm of “practice” sneaks up on me, like this mountain i keep trying to climb with old habits and expectations even when i know the simple invitation is to drop everything and just be. feels a little awkward, honestly, to admit how much i chase the idea of progress, when every tradition keeps pointing to this very now. i catch myself reaching, grasping, then suddenly, there’s just breath. the mind wants tasks and challenges, but the heart remembers a gentler wisdom—maybe there’s nothing to fix or solve, only to witness, quietly, over and over.
Sometimes I get so lost in wanting the next step, the next breakthrough, and then, suddenly, there comes this gentle whisper reminding me I have wandered enough, sat enough, even in restlessness. Every spiritual teaching points here, but my mind keeps looking for fireworks, for big answers.It’s the small silences that are the doorway.
3 Responses
It’s almost funny, I keep reaching for some “next” spiritual teaching as if I’m looking for a lost key in the very room I’m sitting. There’s a tension like I’ve been running in circles searching for a promise or a special sign, all the time forgetting the very stillness already holding me up. And today, reading this, it just surfaced how much of my effort is just this constant trying. Sitting with this feeling isn’t all peace. It’s sometimes raw and bare and even kind of hollow, but inside that is a quiet honesty I rarely let myself admit. Maybe that’s all that’s really needed.
sometimes the overwhelm of “practice” sneaks up on me, like this mountain i keep trying to climb with old habits and expectations even when i know the simple invitation is to drop everything and just be. feels a little awkward, honestly, to admit how much i chase the idea of progress, when every tradition keeps pointing to this very now. i catch myself reaching, grasping, then suddenly, there’s just breath. the mind wants tasks and challenges, but the heart remembers a gentler wisdom—maybe there’s nothing to fix or solve, only to witness, quietly, over and over.
Sometimes I get so lost in wanting the next step, the next breakthrough, and then, suddenly, there comes this gentle whisper reminding me I have wandered enough, sat enough, even in restlessness. Every spiritual teaching points here, but my mind keeps looking for fireworks, for big answers.It’s the small silences that are the doorway.