So I decided to step off into the unknown.
a leap of faith Dear friends 'Life is not measured by the breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away' Nelson Mandela All our life we are searching, money, love, family, the right job, happiness. Do we know what enough looks like, or how it feels? would we recognise it? will we know when we get it? Everything is temporary, everything outside of us is an illusion … chasing the dream, it never ends. We get promoted, find the house, the breath taking relationship ...... is it enough? or are we temporarily fulfilled and then … oh what’s next. Everything outside of us is only going to cause suffering. Happiness comes and goes, grief and loss heal in time. When we take time daily to sit quietly, follow the breath, quieten down the busy mind and listen to the quite voice, we hear the truth. (some call this meditation) In these moments however brief we realise what enough looks like. It’s not any of the above, it’s this breath, to hear the sounds of nature and life in this moment. To have a drink that we didn’t have to walk miles for the water, and isn’t going to kill us. It’s waking up each morning (which isn’t a given), and being grateful for what ever is happening for us. I use the above like a mantra to remind myself daily that life is temporary, impermanent and a gift. The below fable is something I heard a long time ago and shapes my life. Read it to the end, we so often skim read, want things to be instant and quick … take time. The Parable of the Mexican Fisherman 'An American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them. The Mexican replied, “only a little while.” The American then asked why didn’t he stay out longer and catch more fish? The Mexican said he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs. The American then asked, “but what do you do with the rest of your time?” The Mexican fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siestas with my wife, Maria, and stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine, and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life.” The American scoffed. “I have an MBA from Harvard, and can help you,” he said. “You should spend more time fishing, and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat, you could buy several boats, and eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middle-man, you could sell directly to the processor, eventually opening up your own cannery. You could control the product, processing, and distribution,” he said. “Of course, you would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then Los Angeles, and eventually to New York City, where you will run your expanding enterprise.” The Mexican fisherman asked, “But, how long will this all take?” To which the American replied, “Oh, 15 to 20 years or so.” “But what then?” asked the Mexican. The American laughed and said, “That’s the best part. When the time was right, you would announce an IPO, and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions!” “Millions – then what?” The American said, “Then you could retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you could sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siestas with your wife, and stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play guitar with your amigos.” Heinrich Boll We are all human and experience life in many different ways, but we have a choice right? Take control of your mind, do not let it control you. 🙏 Many Blessings and love, Jill Yoga. 🙏 |
Jill JonesLivin the dream - One life 🙏
After years of deliberation, thinking I never had enough, I finally realised I did and gave up work. I plan to live a simple life. (k.i.s.s) Keep it simple sweetie. ArchivesCategories |