I'm going back to Sangha this evening; sangha is a community meditation. I have a friend who is interested and I offered to go with her, renew my interest and commitment and support her through an hour of orientation before the larger Sunday evening gathering. While I'm thinking about entering this 3-hour mindfulness, I am preparing myself to let go of the things I'm thinking about. Meditation is about letting go and finding quiet.
And so it's probably not a coincidence my aging parent lesson this week has been that of surrender. It's been coming for a long time, but I finally "got it." The more I dig my heels in the more difficult the relationship. So for some reason this week when we tested for yet another health problem that doesn't exist, I was lucky enough to sit alone with the doctor for a few minutes. She reminded me of something important--I'm more likely to have success if I set my expectations so that she can meet them. I get some peace of mind and she gets warmer regard, which makes her more confident and in less need of constant reassurance. Because of her short-term memory loss I'm going to have to start out new pretty much each day.
I like the bumper sticker I saw recently that said, "Don't Panic, Adjust." Life brings periodic panics. We choose how we handle them. We either surrender to the circumstance and adjust our behavior or we fight the inevitable. How tiring and what a wasteful way to spend time. I'd rather go dig in the dirt.
I wonder how many lessons we are sent in attempt to teach us to let go of things we cannot control. Hopefully I really got it this time.