When I was a much younger woman, I worked for a Buddhist chef as his Gal Friday. I sort of plugged in all of the holes in his small operation, from office duties to running errands to working the front desk to bartending. This was mainly a positive experience as he was a kind and gentle person and I got to don my beloved superhero cape on a regular basis, swooping in to save the day with my MAD COMPETENCE.
There are few things in life that invigorate me more than being of genuine help to someone, and this was the actual function of my position. When I left, I missed that sense of purpose and accomplishment; it might not have been world-changing work, but knowing you make someone else’s life better and easier is a pretty sweet gig.
One of my most indelible memories of that time is when the chef invited some visiting Tibetan monks to take up daily residence in the restaurant and create a sand mandala. If you have never seen that done, I encourage you to check out this time-lapse video:
It is one of the most incredible things I have ever witnessed; the patience for minutia, the intense focus, the peaceful aura. As I watched them transform a blank slate into a work of art with a level of skill and creativity most of us can only dream about, I found myself growing increasingly anxious. I’m sure this sounds like an irrational response, so let me explain myself:
Once this intricate and painstaking masterpiece was completed, the monks fully intended to destroy it.
I watched day after day as they gently tapped cups full of colored sand in tandem to create of mosaic of breathtaking symmetry and beauty. I pre-emptively entered a state of mourning…why did they even bother to finish it? What was the point?
An errant gust of wind could sweep it all away anyhow, why dedicate the heartbreaking hours of mind-blowing effort to something so fragile, so unsustainable???
I know you are laughing at me right now, because of course what I am describing is life.
But I was a young person, as I mentioned, and mortality had not yet impacted me meaningfully. I was still trying to climb the mountain without any cognizance that all reaching the top would do is afford me a better view of the next highest peak. I had not yet grasped what I now refer to as “the hamster wheel of effort”; or, more elegantly as “the sand mandala we call living”.
Before I go on, I would like to share with you the sweet irony of my story—the monks did NOT, in fact, destroy the mandala when they were done! So we can add “worrying about something that never happened” to my mad skill set. Somehow my sweet (BUDDHIST!) boss convinced them to allow him to sort of spray glue the sand into place (still not sure how it was accomplished, but it was accomplished) and he owned this magnificent work of art for as long as I was with him.
But the wisdom of the monks’ intention stuck with me: nothing in life is permanent. Most especially life itself. And also, there is an even deeper wisdom to everyone who is engaged in the culture of “merit by accomplishment”…while it seems to be coded into the human experience to strive towards goals, once a goal is met there is always the “next” thing to achieve. One sand mandala is swept away and we begin another.
My son is rapidly approaching his 13th birthday and I am watching the sands of his childhood blow into the wind. When he was a baby, it felt heavy and almost eternal; but with each passing year I hold on to him tighter and cherish those moments I now know will too quickly pass. He asked me once what I thought heaven would be like and I told him that if heaven is perfect happiness, then I will return right here to his childhood—always knowing where he is and profoundly experiencing what it is like to purely, fiercely love and have that love returned easily and openly.
That Buddhist chef I worked for was an artist in his own right in the kitchen. He had a magic touch with food and presentation and nearly everything produced by his hand was “to die for”, in the vernacular. Of course, his masterpieces were also instantly destroyed by hungry (but usually appreciative) guests and each day he would start all over again.
That is the reality we live each day; or as my Father would have said: “It’s the GOOD news AND the BAD news”. Most of what we work so hard on in life will eventually (and often instantly) be destroyed…much of what we accomplish will be quickly eclipsed by another accomplishment, either our own or someone else’s. That is why it is pretty critical not to allow yourself to get too worked up about or overly invested in anything.
I’m sounding a bit like a Buddhist myself now. But don’t worry, I’m not going to go all “life is suffering” on you here. Instead, I will point out then when we are always fixated on the end result (or even worse, “what’s next?”) we are living from a very uncomfortable place.
We are sitting in the seat of dissatisfaction instead of enjoying the actual experience of things.
Working for the chef, I knew the job would never make me wealthy; I knew I wasn’t “going anywhere” in the position. I knew it was impermanent.
But I derived tremendous satisfaction out of doing the job well and being truly helpful to someone. Now that I am older, I figure if I can hit those marks on a regular basis in life, I am doing okay. Especially if I remember to pause and notice the incredible and painstaking beauty that surrounds me each day before everything changes again.
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Originally published on Your New Best Friend
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