Non-Attachment is a Mo-Fo, Yo


Patanjali says that we can meditate on anything that our heart desires. The important thing is not what we meditate on, but more that we meditate. And then gradually to meditate more and more on what corresponds to the innermost longing of our heart. The practice of meditation . . . gradually works its magic in stilling the mind. (42)”
Ravi Ravindra, The Wisdom of Patanjali’s Yoga Sutras: A New Translation and Guide by Ravi Ravindra

My bike was stolen.

And I’m fucking mad.

Mad because I only had it for two weeks.

Mad because it was my mode of transportation.

Mad because I was still editing a post on the joys of bike riding and said bike is gone.

And worst of all, I’m mad at myself for being mad.

It’s not right, yo.

I’m trying to rise above it.

There’s so much trouble in the world…

It’s not a big deal. There are real problems. Real issues. Real concerns.

It’s gone.

I feel like a baby being upset.

Then the thoughts come…Was I enjoying it too much? Should I have been less excited? Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything to anyone.

I spent the better part of two years watching the other shoe drop. My last post was about exhaling.

It’s not a big deal I whisper to myself. Grow up.

But quiet as it’s kept, I’m feeling a lil’ jumpy.

Just because you’re paranoid…

I’m telling myself- To. Just. Let. It. Go.

Emotion hasn’t caught up with my intellect.

It’s icky to face these feelings, to feel robbed of peace. Typing that last sentence I realize, there’s the rub.

I can’t let anything steal my peace; not a bad day, a bad practice or any other unresolved bullshit.

Someone told me that when her son’s new bike was stolen they discussed how someone else must have really needed it. Those words made their way to my heart.

let it go…let it go…let it go…let it go…

I talk about non-attachment a lot. The real tests of non-attachment happen in the living of life and not the talking about it.

It’s a hard drug to give up, desire. Craving seems perfectly natural and most of the time perfectly harmless.

Sometimes, I think I am because I crave.

Even my need to evolve is craving in a new outfit.

Let it go.

Let it go.

Let it go.

Namaste y’all.