How do you love
How do you say: I love this
I love you
I love this now
Without laying claim
How do you love without holding?
I look at this place, this shining place
And my heart sings
But the song says
Just like this: Always
– Di McDougall –
I struggle with attachment. With wanting things to be the same. No change. I don’t go through my days thinking: no change no change no change. But when change happens, I drop the anchor, dig in my heels and try to hold back the ocean with my bare hands. Then I become angry and resentful. I think that if I resist hard enough, the universe will have a moment of clarity and with some difficulty for sure, some creaking of gears and wheels will make a u-turn and restore my life and the world to what it had been. It does not happen and so I become sad. I weep, I am afraid and still the changes move on. Eventually, after great expenditure of energy and emotion I become reconciled to what is. I reach that state of sanity where I actually accept reality. With some self congratulation I may say.
What puzzles me, and what is at issue is why time after time it takes me so long to reach acceptance. Why do I not recognise what is happening?
Platboom Beach Cape Point
There was one time when I was clear that my circumstances could and would change. We lived and worked on a small island off West Africa where access was strictly controlled. I absolutely knew that when we no longer worked there we could not live there nor even visit there. It was a very happy time and happy place for me. But I knew my time there was limited. It was there I first really started engaging with the concept of attachment. Of course wherever I am, or any of us are, always our time there is limited. On that island it was apparent to me, I could see it. I believed in the limitations of that time and that place. And when I left after 8 years it was with sadness but no inner turmoil.
I allowed the lesson to fade. I regressed to being half asleep in my own life. And now I see that attachment is an issue but only part of the problem. What I did different on the island was to be aware. To be there, to be present. To know that every moment was the only moment.
Today isn’t every other day, you know
– Lewis Carrol –