“Santosha invites us into contentment by taking refuge in a calm centre, opening our hearts in gratitude for what we do have and practicing the paradox of “not seeking”. D. Adele
Seeking contentment in the next moment, or the next, or the one after that. How this describes me, always preparing and planning but never really arriving anywhere. I have prided myself on my consummate planning abilities, no detail overlooked, imagining that I can foresee the future and know precisely what I will do when I get there.
I will be happy when … I am earning more and weighing less. I will be productive when I can take refuge in a proverbial room of my own in and wallow in my writing. This is merely existing with blinders on, if not a full blindfold. As I sit in the fragile dawn light, cat curled beside me, in the deep quiet before the household comes to life, I can glimpse contentment. This moment is perfect. This is my room.
I pick up my pen and my notebook and begin to write. I put on my new, purple yoga pants. Comfy, flowing, one-size yoga pants; the purchase of which provides fair wages directly to the producers in Nepal. Sitting on my mat and all is well, all manner of things are well.