Good night groovy souls.
It's been a good day, but I fell off the diet wagon really hard, and hit the snacks with all the hunger of a forgotten God.
These days happen, especially when I'm destressing. It's a lot of old habit energy. Once the tension is off, and I get a moment to breathe, it's one of the ways I process.
Understanding this, helps me face it mindfully which means my ultimate trajectory is towards improvement.
I had a realization about the practice as I was journaling just now. One of the terms I've come across in my studies that I find incredibly harsh is the phrase "monastic suicide"
When you violate a precept, or your discipline, that is what this old buddhist monk, Master Guishan, called it
I was thinking on impermanence, and how all we really have is this moment, and then I realized, that each moment is a brand new moment, its a new life time, daisy chained back and forth towards eternity.
Suddenly it all clicked what he meant. A moment lost, is a moment lost, it's a lifetime lost, but that moment, inevitably gives way to the next moment.
And with each new moment, you have a new opportunity to practice and be that much better than the moment before.
Every moment we die, every moment we rise again, and this is a microcosm for existence writ large. We are finite beings on an infinite path of discovery and renewal.
Onward, toward the dawn!