Vachon Imagined

People use things to create their lives. They imagine what marriage will bring them, what success will bring them, what a new house, a new body, or a new relationship will bring them. They use the mind to create futures they hope to inhabit, only to discover later that life has two non-opposing faces. What they sought and what they feared were never separate.

Without honor, people become pawns in their own game.

They feel bored and use people to fill the space. They feel lonely and use distractions to fill the space. They feel sexual and use things, experiences, and sometimes people to fill the space. The feeling arrives, and before it is even recognized, they are already moving.

A disciplined mind and a disciplined body do not allow life to get too far away from them.

If boredom appears, it appears in the body. There is recognition. There is awareness. Then there is a choice.

But too often people are not choosing. They are being dragged.

Mind is a word we use to describe something vast, perhaps infinite, much like time itself. No one truly knows where it ends. It seems only to begin again and again.

You are of that mind, but you are not your name. Your name fades. Your roles change. Your body ages. Your opinions come and go. Yet something remains.

When you know yourself as that which exists beyond the name, you begin to use the mind rather than being used by it.

Then the mother who wakes up already planning, already worrying, already calling for her children to get ready can rest in a deeper knowing. Even while she feels herself being dragged by thought, she knows that something within her remains untouched.

The one who does not drag.

The one who does not convince.

The one who does not control or tame.

It waits patiently.

With open arms.

With endless space.

With the quiet certainty that she has never truly left.