The world of spiritual practise- that rigorous science and art of working with what is to realize what is not- has opened up tremendously.
In 2018, many of us can practise Vipassana as taught by Goenka-ji, study with various teachers in yoga traditions, cultivate shamatha or rest in luminous empty awareness. We can practise self-less service, vajrayana or zen. We can pray. We can meditate. We can stay with one Teacher until we shed mis-identification and truth is revealed in all it’s glory. We can read (for the rest of our lives) books, watch audios and write in our spiritual diaries. The significance of this ability to practise freely (still not available to all) and the desire to do so should not be overlooked and thereby squandered.
Let your practise be an adventure- mixing in the right ingredient at the right time-all in the spirit of loving kindness. Yes, get a guide. Yes, figure out where you’re going (i.e. FOLLOW the recipe). Yes (yes) stick with something. But beware conflating ingredients for a recipe- or we don’t get a path, we get covered in flour.
That broccoli soufflé. It always came down to that damned broccoli soufflé. You had TRIED to stay true to one tradition (your mum’s, of course), there was no question, but an elephant owns herself, a dragons gotta burn & artsy WILL flair… and so began The Quest for a Magic Puff.
To be continued…