There’s a monkey in my mind
swinging on a trapeze,
reaching back to the past
or leaning into the future,
never standing still.
Sometimes I want to kill
that monkey, shoot it square
between the eyes so I won’t
have to think anymore
or feel the pain or worry.
But today I thanked her
and she jumped down
straight into my lap,
trapeze still swinging
as we sat still.
Kaveri Patel
I heard this on a Tara Brach dharma talk the other day and had to laugh. Some say “the mind is like a drunken monkey stung by a scorpion” and that’s sure what it feels like some mornings when I sit. And then I wake up and realize “oh, I’m supposed to be meditating!” Taking a deep breath, I begin again. And that’s how it goes, over and over again. One sign of progress is that I don’t get so upset with myself at how easily the mind goes away. During a sit this week I became very involved with figuring out how I was going to paint the living room walls, which are very high and scary.
After figuring out how I was going to lay the drop cloths, I woke up from this reverie and realized “oh my, there I go again.” Back to the breath, back to the breath. My personal monkey has taught me great patience and endless friendliness toward self. Indeed, I do thank her!
Top 5 Regrets of the Dying
Bonnie Ware, author of The Top Five Regrets of the Dying, posted those regrets on her Inspiration and Chai website long before she wrote the book. Ware formerly worked in palliative care, and says that she shared some “incredibly special times” with her patients. As she asked patients if there were anything they would have done differently, or had regrets about, she found five themes emerging:
I’ve been doing hospice for several years, and usually have a weekly patient I visit and get to know pretty well. Each has been quite different in terms of personality and background. (Of course, we are all quite different.)
One of my personal goals is to live without regret. This includes making sure I express my gratitude when it arises, particularly if I am with someone. Hardly a day goes by without my realizing how lucky I am to cross paths with so many wonderful people, my hospice patients included. One common thread among them is the ability to respond in kind when I express gratitude toward them. If I’m having a good time, chances are they are too. And because noticing and expressing that which we appreciate inclines the mind in a positive direction, the more I do it, the more they do it, and the better we all feel!
How cool is that?