Coffee over tea. Broccoli over cauliflower. Chocolate over licorice. Orange over green. Snorkel over scuba. Arctic over tropic. Old over young. Books over television. Humor over drama. Outside over inside.
These are just a few of the ways I roll. They haven't changed much over the years...until now. I suspect many of my preferences are melting away due to the 'path' racing up to meet and greet me at an ever-increasing (and somewhat mind-numbing, stomach-churning) pace. I don't care so much anymore if my 'preferences' aren't met. No...REALLY! My attitude (heh heh) has slowly become the cliche' that I've DESPISED for years (due to the 'stoner' class I used to find myself surrounded...and annoyed...by during the impressionable era of my formation...):
"Hey maaannnnnn, it's ALLLLLLLllllllll gooooooodd." (insert lopey grin here)
It still irritates the hell out of me when I hear it (ever so subtly now, of course, as I've begun to learn how to be as a 'seeper hose' and let all the negative Shakti dissipate gradually out of my pores...)
Yep. Preferences are like opinions (...a slight variation of a saying my husband likes to use...) "Everybody's got one..." or a million. And, the challenge is in not letting them "stink" up the experience when I don't get 'em. In not making my preferences judgments. Well. Okay then. Chocolate's cool, but I'll take some licorice. I like rockin' with the grandmas and grandpas, but I'll hang out on the monkey bars with a kid or two.
So, yeah. You bet. This Tantra. It helps me REALLY see the sparkly awesomeness of it ALL.
Well...almost all. The jury's still out on mosquitos.
These are just a few of the ways I roll. They haven't changed much over the years...until now. I suspect many of my preferences are melting away due to the 'path' racing up to meet and greet me at an ever-increasing (and somewhat mind-numbing, stomach-churning) pace. I don't care so much anymore if my 'preferences' aren't met. No...REALLY! My attitude (heh heh) has slowly become the cliche' that I've DESPISED for years (due to the 'stoner' class I used to find myself surrounded...and annoyed...by during the impressionable era of my formation...):
"Hey maaannnnnn, it's ALLLLLLLllllllll gooooooodd." (insert lopey grin here)
It still irritates the hell out of me when I hear it (ever so subtly now, of course, as I've begun to learn how to be as a 'seeper hose' and let all the negative Shakti dissipate gradually out of my pores...)
Yep. Preferences are like opinions (...a slight variation of a saying my husband likes to use...) "Everybody's got one..." or a million. And, the challenge is in not letting them "stink" up the experience when I don't get 'em. In not making my preferences judgments. Well. Okay then. Chocolate's cool, but I'll take some licorice. I like rockin' with the grandmas and grandpas, but I'll hang out on the monkey bars with a kid or two.
So, yeah. You bet. This Tantra. It helps me REALLY see the sparkly awesomeness of it ALL.
Well...almost all. The jury's still out on mosquitos.
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