Raising chickens was a great experience. We had chickens when our daughters were living at home. I didn’t have to buy an egg the entire time. We ate brown eggs from hens that roamed the pasture. We boiled, scrambled, and baked with fresh eggs.
It was a good experience.
We want experiences. A religious experience. A position of power experience. A sexual experience. Out of body experience. A death defying experience.
Sometimes, I want to get chickens again, to repeat the experience. But that won’t happen. I already know what it means to have chickens. So, I crave more satisfying experiences, ones that expand my consciousness.
I can’t help though, to back up a bit and think that maybe I’ve already experienced what I’m looking for.
I just need to recognize my satisfaction in it. And, maybe this is very simple.
For the last 4 days, it’s been raining here in upstate New York. We are starting to mold!
But, during a 2 hour break in the rain 2 days ago, I dashed out and mowed the part of the lawn that was out-of-control.
That lawn is still growing, in this ideal grass growing weather.
Instead of thinking I need to experience something, I am satisfied.
To find satisfaction “first” helps me not believe I have to have a certain experience first, a belief that can lead to obsession or addiction.
From 21st Century Science and Health, “Song, sermon, and Science—crumbs of comfort—are capable to inspire us with wisdom, Truth, and Love. Spiritual comfort blesses the human family, feeds the unsatisfied, and gives living water to the thirsty.