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As we integrate the practice into our daily life, we come into contact with moments of quiet joy. It is the joy of allowing ourselves to just be in the simplicity of the present moment and touch the peace within us even when we find ourselves in the midst of a complicated situation or challenging project. I have invited practitioners to share their experience of quiet joy in their daily life practice. I was inspired to snap a couple photos on a recent hike in these moments of quiet joy. Please enjoy! Deep gratitude to everyone who has shared your practice!
(Rebecca Li, May 2019)
Awareness of my feet.
My whole body relaxes.
Here, I am.
(by Allison Orsi)
The trees just outside my window bloom with white or pink flowers for less than a week in the spring. Then there are a few weeks of pale green leaves, a summer of dark green leaves, a few weeks of gold and red leaves, and a winter of bare branches. It’s a reminder for me of the emptiness of tress—but also a reminder that emptiness is not nihilistic. Rather, emptiness means everything is full of potential and possibility.
(by Beth Adelman)
After driving for almost 6 hours in a stressful ride that included significant traffic, there were some rain clouds that began to appear off in the distance. Though I had done my best to stay present and centered throughout the trip, the stress got the best of me as I became frustrated, tired, and restless. I looked up to see this beautiful gift in the sky! My stress immediately melted away and I was overcome with joy and laughter. The universe kindly jolted me out of my self-absorption and reminded me that I am connected to the whole. I was filled with gratitude and didn’t mind sitting in the rest of the traffic for the final miles of the trip.
(by Brian Pilecki)
I thought this one would be easy but I struggled with it. My first reaction to “quiet joy” was an association with “happiness”, but that wasn’t correct. When I tried to encourage “happiness” to occur, I was unable.
I wondered: “am I an unhappy person?”
And, “does happiness even exist?”
But those questions were not correct either.
Eventually I understood that happiness is irrelevant. Happiness is a unit of measure applied to a story or expectation of reality. But joy is a condition, a mental state that maybe could be sustained by continued awareness but seems to be spontaneous in nature.
As I began to understand this I became able, by cultivating awareness, to access a quiet joy that emerged as recognition of the incredible coincidence of conditions occurring to create a perfect moment sitting at the top of a hill near my house after a long bike ride. The atmosphere shifting around me, blowing hair and grass and waves on the river below. The earth stuck spinning at just the right distance from a sun whose radiation warms my hands and agitates life that is bound in all of the dirt and stone and water of the earth. The whole earth is alive, with me too, emerging and permutating life just like the dandelions and the knotweed and everything else under the sun. How beautiful and unlikely. A sense of unity, a quiet joy.
(by Lee Harrison)
In this photo there is a morel mushroom. You may find it quickly or not find it at all, I’ve had both reactions to it.
If you aren’t familiar, morel mushrooms are one of the most delicious mushrooms you can find. They only grow for a few weeks in the spring under finicky conditions, and are notoriously difficult to find due to their camouflage and leaf cover. My goal was to find some this year.
Two weekends in a row I set out in the woods on my own combing the blanket of leaves with my eyes. Apart from photographs I had never seen a morel before, so I felt my eyes were untrained to tease their image out from all of the curls and ridges of last fall’s leaves. If I scanned the ground too quickly, I was sure to miss one directly in front of me. My walking pace slowed to under 1 mph and I opened my gaze, setting my eyes to receive anything resembling a mushroom. I relaxed my body, because meditation has taught me that doing so allows more sensory information to reach my awareness.
Eye and neck tensions were the most helpful feedback. If I wanted to find morels too badly, if I expected to find one in a particular location, or if my mind started to wander, my eyes and neck would start tensing and the efforting would drain my energy. However, if I re-relaxed my body and let the possibility of finding a mushroom be there, I found the balance of relaxation and investigation both more effective and more enjoyable.
In total I only found 4-6 mushrooms in each of my 3-5 hour forays, and the second weekend’s search was a more challenging than the first’s. Each time I found a morel the first weekend I tasted a micro-explosion of joy, a dopamine hit that begat desire for more. It changed my searching to more of a seeking and I could feel the tension growing in my eyes and neck.
The deliciousness of these mushrooms blew me away, and I’ll be out again next year.
I encourage you to do the same or something similar (maybe find some camouflaged frogs!) with some obvious caveats. Morels can be easily identified with some research, but there is a poisonous lookalike species to be aware of. Remember some wild mushrooms are deadly! Also keep in mind warm weather means this is also snake season (I almost stepped on two!), tick season, and bear season. Know your risks, be safe, and enjoy the outdoors 🙂
(by Jeremy Pronchik)
In December 2018, I invited our community members to practice remember to cultivate gratitude by cultivating clear awareness of the less visible aspects of our life to deepen our ability to recognize how much we are being supported by all beings. Please enjoy what has been shared below. Deep gratitude to everyone who shared photos and reflections. (Rebecca Li)
In May 2018, I invited our community members to apply the practice of coming back and relaxing into the present moment and share the simple beauty discovered in these moments. Please enjoy what has been shared below. Thank you for sharing your photos and reflections. (Rebecca Li)