The birth of a baby reminds us of how fragile and malleable the human mind and spirit are. We can only stand in awe as a baby opens her eyes and eventually finds her fingers and toes. Soon she is smiling and reaching for toys.
This same transformation takes place thousands if not millions of times in one lifetime. What we learned to love in childhood stays with us. From these loves spring forth many adventures.
When my mother sliced up a large, cold, watermelon for the first time that summer of 1956, I gave myself completely to the moment. I was all in, all there, enjoying every minute of that summer day, every juicy red morsel right down to the rind.
What happens along the way to many people is that some dashed hope, failure to obtain a goal, fierce attachment to an outcome, gets firmly in the way of beginner’s mind. I know because I have been there. When I have tried to force something to happen, when I have gotten smug about knowing all I need to know, when I have overlooked the limitations of my own vision, that’s when I have stumbled. Sometimes I needed to get to the very end of myself. That’s when grace arrived. That’s when I grew.
And that’s when I was ready again for beginner’s mind.
How about you? Have a story to tell about growing or stumbling or starting over? Leave a comment below.
P. S. My New Beginning today? I’m going to eat some fresh fruit mindfully, remembering the little girl who loved watermelon so much her sticky cheeks attracted flies.
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