Svadhyaya at the playground
Playground. Once again. Today is one of those days when it's raining, it is cloudy and sticky, in other words, typical summer weather in New York. That also means that the playground is almost empty, because people stay inside.
But not me. I am trained in Sweden. "There is no bad weather, there are just bad clothes." And they mean it. So here I am again under a tree and reading. My children are big enough to play for themselves, and honestly, i don't like to play at the playground. Sorry. I can not enjoy it. No matter how much Zen I try to be.
So I read The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali and one sentence challenges me:
Ok. Let's look at this situation from this perspective. What is my truth in this situation:
The truth is that I don't like to sit at playgrounds.
The truth is that I would like to sit in a cafe and read, write or work with something. (Which I can not, legally)
The truth is that I love my children and I want to give them a nice childhood, and a playground is a good and easy concept for that.
Now Edit, try to read the whole sentence and think about something pleasant in this situation:
It is quiet, and not so many people. Marvellous.
My children have a good time and they are healthy and happy. Greatful.
I don't have to work and still have a roof over my head and food on the table. Really, you are more than lucky!
So here I sit in the rain, on the playground bench and try to reprogram my thinking habits. Because in the end my happiness is up to me and nobody else. And you know what? At the end of my thinking playtime the sun comes out, I started to hear the births singing and I started a beautiful conversation with a child I have never met.
Try yourself, to and see if you can feel the shift.