I've been reading Everyday Zen by Charlotte Joko Beck. It is text #5,817,934 (okay, slight exaggeration) in my quest to find a healthy, loving way to be in the world.
Most mornings I will read whatever book I'm in the middle of for an hour and glean a few helpful thoughts.
This morning the first few sentences hit me upside the head.
Every moment of our life is relationship. There is nothing except relationship. At this moment my relationship is to the rug, to the room, to my own body, to the sound of my voice. There is nothing except my being in this relationship each second. And as we practice what grows in our life is this: first, our realization that there is nothing but being in relationship to whatever is happening in each moment; and second, our growing commitment to this relationship.
My strategy, fairly natural for a creature living in this world I believe, has always been to start with something concrete. At times this involves focusing on my identity, which would encompass my name, my desires, my expectations, my beliefs.
Failing this, which is always the case, I look for something solid outside myself, which would entail adhering to a philosophy, a dogma, another person's advice, a law.
But to base my perspective and participation in the world on relationship, on context, on the oneness of all things coupled with the interaction of these things... how freeing! To be released from the impossible task of establishing and maintaining some solid core within, of discovering and monitoring some solid base without. To simply acknowledge the fluidity of now, my job no longer to control but to harmonize.
Not to look for the established meaning contained inherently in the various elements present in the situation, but to derive a potentially new meaning from the new way those elements happen to be configured in this moment.
My commitment no longer to a thing but to a process.
I don't feel that I have found an answer, but rather a new way of seeing, which may prove to be much more useful than any answer could be.