The word comes from the eight limbs of yoga, and is said to mean contentment, the happy acceptance of what is arising, the capacity to be with what is, just as it is. Easy to say, but how many of us actually mange that very often?
It was wet, often cold, tents blew away, sometimes there wasn't enough food, lots of classes were cancelled or didn't materialise as teachers didn't turn up, or had to stay away due to drama in their lives....and yet it was mainly very cheery, with plenty of people supporting and helping each other in a good natured way.
Now home, in the warm and dry, I find myself reflecting on how inspiring that experience was, so great to be around people approaching life in that way. The camp is family orientated, with kids milling in and out around the classes, absorbing this approach. Unconditional love and acceptance.
On the way home I passed by my mum's house, greeted with snacks and some food she had made me to take home for my dinner as she knew I wouldn't have time to shop later.
How lovely to be able to find peace in this moment, just as it is, whatever it provides, rather than hanging onto what the moment 'should' be like. How often we bring grudges into our daily transactions, keeping count of what someone has or hasn't done for or to us? How often do we ascribe meaning to someones actions, that need not be there? Deciding that because they have or haven't done something, they don't love or approve of us?
Golly, don't we make life complicated!!!
I shall be choosing to keep this word alive in my heart, so by all means prod me me if I'm not :)
Namaste all xx