Balance

My friends seek me out for advice, including career advice. I let them know the irony of going to someone unemployed for career advice. “Are you sure you want me to critique your resume?” I ask.

How did my words become so valuable? I’m sure my education has something to do with it, but there are lots of educated people whose advice they do not seek. I believe my words have value due to my education and an even more important factor: I dispense them sparingly.

How do you make something valuable? Ensure its rarity. DeBeers gets it. They go to great lengths to maintain the illusion of diamond scarcity. Diamonds are not rare and they know it. Humans can even manufacture diamonds that the world’s best gemologists cannot distinguish from the natural version.

I have always had a fascination with monasticism (Christian, Buddhist, or otherwise) and the Desert Fathers and Mothers. Lay people sought them out. The same with Roshis. Imagine knowing that the only way you could see so-and-so would be to hang around a particular cactus for a week or two. Or if you saw your guru or roshi every three years for two minutes. You would be examining every nuance of their words and gestures for meaning.

People seek balance and sanity. I know I do. That’s part of why I don’t go to church anymore. GAP (Gays, Abortion, Porn/Politics) sermons are a dime a dozen. Hearing about the same topics all the time makes paying attention extremely difficult. How do you not tune out? I’ve seen congregations obsessed with these issues, which is an indication of an extreme lack of balance. When I would see this, I would know instantly that I had no desire to emulate their actions/attitudes.

I have been learning about Aikido lately. I cannot take classes or do anything that takes me away from Barry for too long, so I am starting real small. I have doing the “Horse Stance” for a few minutes at a time. It’s too soon to tell, but I noticed last evening that I did not have restless leg syndrome. Are the two related? I don’t know, but it would make sense. Using my leg muscles more just might eliminate the need for my legs to release energy through twitching. It’s all about balance: increasing those things I don’t have enough of (exercise) and eliminating things I have too much of.

As I get older, balance becomes more mandatory. Wherever I have been out of balance in the past now kicks my butt. My lifestyle choices now show in my life. Excesses now demand abstinence and the forsaken parts of myself now demand my attention. I couldn’t get people to listen to me when I was younger. Now that I don’t talk as much, people are hunting me down for advice. Balance rules.

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About cdhoagpurple

I live in Michigan. I was Greek Orthodox (and previously Protestant), but now am more Buddhist than anything. I am single now (through the till-death-do-you-part clause of the marriage contract). My husband Barry was a good man and celebrated 30 years in AA. I am overly educated, with an MBA. My life felt terminally in-limbo while caring for a sick husband, but I am free now. I see all things as being in transition. Impermanence is the ultimate fact of life. Nothing remains the same, good or bad.

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