Always, it provides its own state of mind, pervading my meditation and yoga practices, an energy that sets Sunday apart.
More than on other days, my mind wraps itself around a phrase, a quote, or poem.
Today’s phrase is “the endless creating of oneself,” not a makeover but a new creation, a shedding of one’s skin.
In his Book of Awakening, Mark Nepo tells a story about the North Borneo Dusuns who believe when “God finished creating the world, He announced that ‘Whoever is able to cast off his skin shall not die’” (Nepo).
We shed an old self not because we are seeking the truth but because we are being our truth, endlessly evolving. It is a glimpse of immortality, this shedding of what we no longer are.
Of course, sometimes the shedding of our familiar self does not sit well with the world. The immediate reaction is intense; acceptance comes slowly and not from everyone. When we shed our skin because there is no other choice, we struggle to fit, to belong once again.
Change comes not with convenience but with necessity. Accepting the temporary nature of our bodies, our minds —of the life experience itself–“is our access to the eternal” (Nepo).
The mind of wisdom is like a mirror.
It grasps nothing. It expects nothing.
It reflects, but does not hold.
As I say, a Sunday state of mind is its own skin.