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| | reflective | ] | In reading some of your entries and reflecting upon my own personal life, I think it is safe to say that I have a serious case of the "in betweens". In Tibetan Buddhism, the term "Bardo" means the time in between states, in between lives, in between transitions, etc. A bardo state is that period of time that lapses in between two points, whether its rebirth, a transition, a mental state or what-have-you.
This moment in my life is one giant bardo period. My life has entered a giant waiting room, taken a number and has been seated in a hard, red plastic chair pushed up against a wall. There's no telling how many numbers are ahead of me, or behind me. I'm just hanging here...not really even waiting for anything.
All sorts of things come up here, in this waiting room. Ideas, delusions, fantasies, illusions, temptations, the past and the future presenting themselves in skillful ways and a lot of thoughts. Do I go back? Do I go forward? Can I surrender to the moment? Will I give myself away to useless distraction? Be here now. Breathe. Thinking of how things used to be comfortable...bliss in ignorance. Things are never the same once the light is turned on, right? Waiting...not knowing. Trying to figure out whether to seek out comfort or grace.
These periods of the in between. The bardo period. It is just as important as all those important moments. Perhaps even more so if one can manage to settle down into it instead of trying to rush through it and fill the emptiness of it with some other "big" moment or comfort. Its in this period where things can really change, emerge, shed away. Its a scary place, this waiting room. Noone ever really talks about it though, in this way.
I want to decorate mine with Indian silks, brocade, down pillows, pictures on the wall and soft candlelight... |