By Travis Newbill
Floral Notes and Bardo: The Creative Chronicles of a Shambhala Mountain Resident is a regular feature on the SMC blog in which a member of our staff/community shares his experience of existing as part of Shambhala Mountain Center.
Milky-white bliss–staring at a wall with my head in my hands. And then, outside, wandering, mostly pausing, gazing, goal-less, bothered only when goals came to mind.
Space allows all else to flourish. And, as Greg said last night in his talk, there is nothing we can say about space.
All colors arise in space, music, love, and all else.
Ironically, I am feeling like I spend lots of time busy-hustling in order to create space. Get this done, get that done, so that I can have some space to do other things.
Last week we had community events three nights in a row. This is great, but man… it makes for a long day. I also need time in my room — reading, hanging out with the guitar. I wonder when that will come. I wonder if I am missing something. Maybe there is a way of life that is appropriate right now that I am trying to bypass based on my thoughts of what constitutes a fulfilling life.
I want to make music! But, I can’t sing in my room, and I don’t have any time before or after work, class, whatever.
Where is the space? Greg said: “Space pervades everything.”
Life is full. Life is full of space. Maybe I’m ignoring space most of the time. Maybe I have a biased mind, in which some things count as art and others don’t.
A bigger question: How self-centered is all of this? What am I grasping for and why? How does this relate to the aspiration for all people to be free?
There’s some truth, I think, to the necessity of taking care of oneself so that one can be strong for others. It does seem good for me to organize my life so that I can be fluid, inspired, productive, helpful.
But, it is instantly liberating to consider others, and wish that they may be joyful and at ease. Instant space. All cluttered concern falls flat on the ground. Fresh air.
The teachings say that you don’t need to have stuff first in order to give. Give now.
Turn my mind around — face outwards. It gets so stuffy in here.
— December 10, 2014
Travis Newbill is a curious dude on the path of artistry, meditation, and social engagement who is very glad to be residing at Shambhala Mountain Center. His roles within the organization include Marketing Associate and Shambhala Guide — a preliminary teaching position. Follow Travis on twitter: @travisnewbill