\njackets, of renewed promises and vigor, clear sun-ed autumn you come to us once
\nagain. <\/span>You have come Autumn,
\nshoving the margarita out of our hand and replacing it with a digital life
\nmanager. <\/span>You have come and we are
\nglad – our steps lighten, our mind strengthens, and motivation pulses near
\nagain beneath the layer of our skin.
\n<\/span>The world will be ours, Autumn, you and I, come hell or high water,
\ngilt-edged or double-spaced. <\/span>And
\nso it is written. <\/span>And so it shall
\nbe done.<\/p>\n
\n
Sorry. \n School! <\/span>Je \n In the words of Mary Tyler Moore, I feel:<\/p>\n \n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n That said, I forgot how stressful school can be.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>There are tons of new people, available for alliance, who could be the platonic partner in soul who you have longed for or the individual of whom you use the word “compassion” about when discussing with friends. (As in, “the best thing for me to do with X is to have compassion” or in non-Buddhist speak, someone completely and utterly annoying).\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>There’s this imminent threat that you’re never going to see your loved ones or get eight hours of sleep again.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>I actually had a professor say, while discussing the syllabus “And here’s the time in the class when I DESTROY you with a completely unmanageable work load.”\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \n There’s figuring out the new stuff, worrying whether your teachers like you, why the chair of the department said hi to one girl but not to you.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>There’s worrying about how, as a graduate student, you can parlay with “the real world” in a way you never had to do while still immersing yourself in your studies.<\/p>\n \n In class the other day, the same teacher who said, “you will BUCKLE under the breadth of this reading,” said something else.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>He said,\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>“in order to succeed, you have to be able to make yourself quiet enough.”\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \n And that’s the trick I’m learning how to play.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>I’ve seen before how a diligent mindfulness practice allows me to handle more tasks with greater concentration and awareness.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>I’ve seen how greater concentration allows me to complete a task fully in a lot shorter period of time.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>I’ve seen how awareness ups the quality of my output\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>I’ve experienced how mindfulness allows me to loosen my self-obsessed grasp, so that when I’m not working I can truly enjoy it, rather than feeling all the time that I should be working.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>I’ve felt how a steady meditation practice reminds me that stressed out as I may be, my friends and family need my support and love.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>Meditation not only reminds me that “the worry is extra” (tattoo it on my forehead), it also reminds me that as stressed as I am, my body needs to move. As much as it seems less important, my sanity actually depends on a clean house.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>As banal as it seems, I need at least seven hours of sleep.<\/p>\n \n Meditation can help us understand our limitations and be gentle with ourselves in times of uncertainty and fear.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>Meditation can also help us transcend those limitations as we realize that although there’s nothing to hold on to, there’s also\u00a0nothing\u00a0<\/i>holding onto us.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>Right now I appreciate meditation because it makes me specific:\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>sometimes its about knowing that I can’t do everything, sometimes its about knowing that nothing is beyond my capability.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n Mindfulness is not about success.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>Or is it? I know I’m feeling infinitely grateful right now to every Buddhist teaching I’ve ever experienced, be it in person, via book or podcast or video.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>Because my success rate with surfing the wild, crashing waves of uncertainty is far higher than before I had a meditation practice.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>And it’s all because I can make myself quiet.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>When you cancel out the noise, you start to see the space.<\/p>\n \n So, Autumn, apple-picked, pumpkin-hewed mistress of flannel shirts and corduroys that you are, I welcome you.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>Let us walk, hand in hand, into a winter of content and make glorious spring and summer with this daughter of New York.<\/p>\n \u00a0Quietly, though.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>Let’s do it quietly.\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Autumn, siren of red and gold, harbinger of tweed and velvet jackets, of renewed promises and vigor, clear sun-ed autumn you come to us once again. You have come Autumn, shoving the margarita out of our hand and replacing it with a digital life manager. You have come and we are glad – our steps…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":190,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,4,2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-794","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-buddhism","category-everybody-hurts","category-right-lifestyle"],"yoast_head":"\n
\n<\/span>I’ve been reading to much Greek Tragedy. <\/span>I’m in graduate school, or as John Irving refers to it in World
\nAccording to Garp<\/i>, “gradual school.” <\/span>(Irving decriers: what<\/span>ever<\/i>, I’ll defend that he’s our modern day Dickens to the grave). <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\nT’aime! <\/span>The library and the
\nlounges, the theory and the practice, this amazing, ultimate sense that what
\nyou are doing (playwriting) is considered really important and serious by a
\nwhole network of people. <\/span><\/p>\n![\"Mary_Tyler_Moore_throwing_hat_in_air.jpg\"](\"https:\/\/wp-media.beliefnet.com\/sites\/124\/import\/Mary_Tyler_Moore_throwing_hat_in_air.jpg\")
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