my photos today are from the beautiful tea blossom that Sue gave me, made in Gwen's lovely glass teapot. It was a positive phantaglorium of blossom and tendril and jasmine scent. Ah!
Discipline is one of the six paramitas - called Siila (pronounced Shila). There is joy in discipline and I know it and there is resistance to discipline and I know that too. Discipline is like the fence surrounding a corner lot backyard in a busy corner of town. It allows the children in us to run free like hooligans while remaining contained and safe. The point being that we have more freedom with the habit of discipline than we do without it. Therefore more joy.
I am a flower child. I marched on the Parliament Buildings with signs that urged Peace. I sang we shall, we shall, we shall not be moved, just like the tree that stands beside the riiiiiiiiver, we shalllll not be moved. I brought my babies to L'Hibou to hear folk singers like Joni and Phil Ochs. I went to dances in the honey house at 'The Farm' and fought for universal daycare. What I never wanted was anyone telling me that I had to do something today and every other day (except for the pill - that made sense!), not even me! Now I know that freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose and I embrace discipline and order and ritual and even, Buddha help me, organizing. Though, come to think of it - that was a pretty hip word too when it came to unions.
Today I did my meditation, I walked the dog and I did more than two hours on my book. And I felt free and good during most of it. Even though I 'had' to! I spent some fun time with my grandchildren, who are, bless their wily little hearts - true wondrous hooligans! And now I'm going to play. What you may ask? I'm going to look up knitted afghan patterns on the web and in my knitting books. I'm going to read a book on adolescent girls by therapist Martha B. Straus and I'm going to make my bed with clean sheets and go to bed early. Or maybe I'll watch a movie!