“When we hold on too tightly to our attachments we are trying to keep them just as they are, to make them permanent. But nothing in life is permanent.”
(“The Restful Mind”, Gyalwa Dokhampa)
She always liked to feel it found her, just sitting there, waiting for her to pass by and pick it up.
It happened one afternoon on one of those days.
When she left her marriage, she had, of necessity, taught herself to embrace solitude, though still the thought of a day on her own had the capacity to leave a dull thud in her stomach and an uneasiness which she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
Some people have it all worked out, her daughter being one of them. She embraces her alone time and uses every opportunity to feed her soul, be it reading, creating, walking … an inspiration.
For some reason, it did not come to her so easily. In those days, after him, and before she knew the life that was waiting for her, she filled the empty hours between work and sleep with a determination to show the world she was getting out and moving on, a determination not to look her solitude in the eye. But there were days when there was nothing, no-one … and nowhere to hide from the panic that squeezed the life from her resolve. Those were the hardest days. The not-knowing-how-it -would-all-turn-out days. The too-much thinking-time days. So, so hard.
On that day, with no plans to speak of, she decided on fresh air and a walk.
The library was less than 10 minutes away …. so not much of a walk …. but something drew her in, perhaps being amongst people but not having to talk or make an effort to pretend. And there is was, on a table by the door, beckoning to her … a book, “The Restful Mind”.
Later, snugged back home, she read it cover to cover and for the first time in months, it felt like she truly understood how to mend. It’s all in how we think, she knew that. This book, written she later realised by a Buddhist, really showed her the road to acceptance of change, and how her busy, busy restless mind, so frightened of silence, could become calm, restful …. and truly move on.
Finally, her heart was ready to let happiness back in.