verb (used without object), pid·dled, pid·dling.
1. to spend time in a wasteful, trifling, or ineffective way; dawdle (often followed by around ): He wasted the day piddling around.
2. Informal. (especially of children and pets) to urinate.
verb (used with object), pid·dled, pid·dling.
3. to waste (time, money, etc.); fail to utilize (usually followed by away).
A spiritual practice or spiritual discipline (often including spiritual exercises) is the regular or full-time performance of actions and activities undertaken for the purpose of cultivating spiritual development. A common metaphor used in the spiritual traditions of the world’s great religions is that of walking a path. Therefore a spiritual practice moves a person along a path towards a goal. The goal is variously referred to as salvation, liberation or union (with God). A person who walks such a path is sometimes referred to as a wayfarer or a pilgrim.
Simply put, I define spiritual practice as something you do every single day that draws you deeper into who you really are by connecting you with your divine self.
According to Maggie Lyon’s Huffpost article, spiritual practice is less about the choice of activity and more about “the connective quality of the time spent.” Spiritual practice might be writing letters, baking cakes, or sorting through the junk mail (contemplatively, of course). The practice is supposed to be regular and repeated.
As summer nears, I finally have a little time to piddle around doing whatever the next best thing is. I might chop some vegetables for dinner – or do that later. I might play some music – or save that for another day. It’s the space and time that feels so amazing.
Imagine a morning spiritual practice where the first priority is to piddle!
I’ll bet you’re practicing already.
Wild Strawberry Vine and Urbanite
I used to think this was a tableaux or still life or little altar.
Then I learned if it’s photographed and shared it’s a “Shelfie”.
When I was little, I loved playing dolls.
Here’s how it went:
I spread out my Little Kiddles set, which held the collection of dolls and accouterments.
The afternoon was spent arranging miniature closets for miniature dresses. Ribbons becamse room dividers, match boxes became drawers for miniature pairs of shoes. Once everything was set up and perfect it was time for supper and bed. The play was all about organizing things!
And so… on my day off I derive extreme pleasure from setting things in order. I notice this as I cover my winter sweaters with plastic. As I group the furry things together and the shiny things together, and put them in the back of the closet.
This gives me so much pleasure that I look for something else to put in order.
Since the house is already fairly neat (you can imagine this) I decide to take my scraps of pesky passwords out of the pesky password bowl and put them in a file folder under a broader category “important documents.”
I’m not O.C.D. It just feels delicious when things are in order.
It feels so good that I start a new project – putting my paper calendar on a google calendar!
students in blue
church in green
dentist, etc in red
personal in purple
Better than going for a massage.
This is my favorite corner of the house:
The Letter Nook
buddha sits with words. written with ink on paper. blessing friendships.
Do you have a favorite corner?
I’ve been “finger painting” on my Asus E-Reader. I sit with the crazy small machine and my technological ignorance. Tracing my finger across the screen like a Japanese brush painter, I go to a state of zen meditation without even opening an ink pot. Or cleaning a brush. And if you don’t like a picture, all you have to do is “delete”!
Here are the masterpieces:
Girl at the Piano