Celebration is a ritual of mediation that I practice on the third week of every month. Responding to my own tendency toward cynicism, this undertaking is not just about searching for things to praise in life, but about realizing the possibility for joy in what is already in front of us. Topics are decided on, images are made, and journal entries are written on each day during this week.
We find some of our greatest solace through companionship, and in that, it may be the most admirable thing we can give to one another—especially so when we consider the difficulty of providing our presence. Maintaining an open and forgiving disposition is hard, day after day tolerating the harshest parts of others not simply in exchange for the good, but as an altruistic gift of acceptance. Though it may seem our flaws only cause us to stumble through relationships, it’s crucial to remember that our flaws can cease to be very important at all through the lens of a forgiving companion.
An inner working of the body and soul, powerful in creating change, the mind has an unrivaled mystique about it. It is little understood, curious even to itself. We can both bend reality and iron it flat just by thinking. The mind facilitates some enticing balancing acts, making the wildest theories conjurable, yet it can function in a million little ways when we don’t even mean it to. As we are only able to focus—really focus—on a few concepts at any one time, it can seem as though we are forgetful or short-sighted. In reality, our minds remain a cavern of experiences for us to expound and interpret at will.
The very thing that keeps death at bay, resilience is the basic necessity of human existence. At its least effective, it still manages to maintain our survival, and at its best, resilience becomes the fundamental tool with which we thrive. In this sense, every living person must be capable of resilience, but whether we cultivate it or not is a choice. Resilience is iterative, requiring patience and consistency, but we are serving our full potential when we find the courage to practice it more consciously.
Many people find themselves surrounded by flowers in times of remembrance. The flowers stand to resurrect a life-force, allowing us to more properly, on gifted time, consider who has happened, and how they’ve fallen away.
How can we hold on to memories if all we have are insufficient reconstructions of visions and senses? Eternity, which allows time to exist in non-linear understanding, lies past our comprehension, requiring us to believe that time is there at all. What was always is, in spite of our failures to collect things in the present and recollect them from the past. Remembrance is our window to eternity—a place those who are lost to us have finally been granted.
Reserved environments give us time to pause and gain clarity. We need quiet to make us clear again of the complexities that our minds stir up. Surrounded by purposeless noise, we crave silence. Does this mean we find purpose in silence? Silence opens a space up, setting a neutral stage that welcomes any thought in, allowing otherwise ignored or even suppressed ideas to live out their meaning.
The colorful, joyous things in life often come from the loudest voices. These voices highlight ideas that might otherwise get lost in a sea of complacency. In boisterousness, a strength is exhibited that is consistent due to its underlying principals. It is a display of conviction—a confident affirmation that “this is the truth, and we must act on this truth with intention and clarity.” Whole and reliable, boisterousness simply makes things happen.
We are naturally bad listeners. Everything in us says to look away from the now, and we get lost in the projection of time that we have made for ourselves—sunken in the past or bristling at the future. Listening is a skill with which we can fight our instincts to drift from the present. This is the first step toward understanding. Our work when listening is to belong here, stepping away from our judgment and metaphors to simply be.