It seems I’ve reached a transitional time in my life. A recent discussion about life not being black and white has sparked a whirlpool of thoughts.
Yes, life is somewhere in the grey. I fully believe in dancing upon the grey clouds and experiencing the various colors, shades, and hues life offers. But to fully experience something, it requires diving whole-heartedly into one particular color at a time. As my insightful friend Noopur said, “If everything is a shade of grey, you miss the beautiful details of life and people.”
Dancing along the surface allows dabbling and it’s necessary as a means of checking off which experiences you’d like to further explore. At some point, however, the fleeting must cease and a standstill must ensue, in order to allow room for reflection and growth.
I’ve been reading “The Journey Home” (READ). Radhanath Swami has traveled the world and met many spiritual masters at this point in the book. He’s come to the conclusion he’s not going to reach enlightenment by experiencing a variety of religions and practices, but needs to pick one and follow through to the end.
My teacher told me this about two years ago when I was talking about reading everything under the sun from Kabala, to Yoga, to Christianity, to the esoteric practices of turn of the century mystics. I had a theory that if I could learn EVERYTHING, the great answer would come to me. In reality, the great answer is there to find, but you must truck along a particular path, persevere with patience, and follow through to the end.
I went to the batting cages last night. It’s been about 4 years since I’ve hit a softball. It was like I hadn’t skipped a beat; I still have the same habits. When the machine threw a bad pitch, I watched it sail by without swinging. With careful selection, I chose which balls to swing at. When strikes came, I swung and hit. Says a mouthful about the details we pursue and the habits we engrain.
Carefully select the details you choose to pursue, swing, and follow through. Otherwise you’re just swinging haphazardly hoping to hit something.