At 7:05am Meena, my granddaughter was still asleep. I didn’t want to wake her a minute before I had to, since she hadn’t slept well and is on the verge of a cold. I had forty minutes to shower, get dressed, make breakfast, get her up, dressed, fed, and out the door. And I needed to accomplish everything calmly. I read recently anxious parents create angry children.
When I returned from dropping her off at pre-school, I had an hour-and-a-half to cook lunch, do a week’s worth of laundry, pick up some toys (so I didn’t fall and break my neck), do my Maha-mantra meditation, answer an couple of emails, then speed down the dirt road, with a dust storm accumulating dense and high behind me, to pick Meena up from school.
On my way home I thought about each activity I had done. My mind said, “What have you done that you wanted to do? What about your writing?” I was about to head down the road of dissatisfaction. I stopped myself.
Everything I had done had been in service to others. The reason I want to write is to offer service. This morning I used my body and mind to offer service to beautiful Meena, service to my good husband, service to Supersoul, service to others.
So what’s wrong with the service I offered today? Nothing. It is whole. It is an offering. An offering based on love.
Except . . .
I could have been more conscious of a service attitude while I performed each activity. That would be easily accomplished if I applied the state of mind I don to approach my mantra-prayer.
The Upanishads state the self is the size of “one ten-thousandth the tip of a hair.” We’re advised to pray in a humble state of mind to acknowledge our identity on an atomic scale. Perspectives from this vantage point offer new ways of looking at the world.
Meena and I are reading a book, The Night the Moon Fell. The Moon was delighted to lie in a field and feel the grass on his back. He was excited to see that horses had knees. He was grateful to see windows instead of only rooftops. He stopped, smiling, for a long time at a store with slices of cheese in the window.
New perspectives are fun.