Discipline. For me, the word conjures up images of tan, firm-bodied people who run every day and eat carefully (shades of my sister) , or of children going without video games because they didn’t do chores (shades of my children). It also brings up a feeling of shame, because I’m very undisciplined.
According to The Free Dictionary , discipline can be defined as the folowing:
dis·ci·pline
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n.
1. Training expected to produce a specific character or pattern of behavior, especially training that produces moral or mental improvement.
2. Controlled behavior resulting from disciplinary training; self-control.
3.
a. Control obtained by enforcing compliance or order.
b. A systematic method to obtain obedience: a military discipline.
c. A state of order based on submission to rules and authority: a teacher who demanded discipline in the classroom.
4. Punishment intended to correct or train.
5. A set of rules or methods, as those regulating the practice of a church or monastic order.
6. A branch of knowledge or teaching.
tr.v. dis·ci·plined,
dis·ci·plin·ing,
dis·ci·plines
1. To train by instruction and practice, especially to teach self-control to.
2. To teach to obey rules or accept authority. See Synonyms at
teach.
3. To punish in order to gain control or enforce obedience. See Synonyms at
punish.
4. To impose order on: needed to discipline their study habits.
I have never been very disciplined. Most of my life I have struggled with procrastination, impulse control, and lack of focus. Of course, as an adult with ADD, these things are understandable. But as much relief as the label gave me ( you mean I’m not bad? I have a real condition?!!) it lacks for any spiritual explanation as to what is going on in me that I’ve struggled so much with overwhelm.
Enter what some still call New Age thinking, where I am considered an Indigo or Star child. There are all sorts of great descriptions ( mostly) of enlightened alien beings with psychic powers, coming to earth to help it evolve to a more peaceful and loving planet. It all sounds great, and it’s possibly true. But I’m still left wondering, when just daily life seems overwhelming and I’m hard-pressed to say no to simple distractions, what is going on with me, and how can I get past this?
I spent yesterday evening with a palpable longing, almost a sense of forbidden desire. After allowing my feelings on desire and temptation last night in the form of writing a poem ( see Midnight River) , I found myself dreaming all night about giving in to most every temptation that presented itself. I woke up feeling wrong, and the dream stayed with me. I knew that succumbing to temptation leads me to dissatisfaction, shame and difficult consequences. I’ve lived those consequences much of my life, heck, every day.
There’s a lot a variation as to how to define the word Discipline, but what all of the definitions seem to have in common is the element of control. Discipline means control. No wonder some of us seem to run from it, while others love it.
This control seems aligned with the adherence to certain desired results, or principles. So maybe I need to go to what seems to me the heart of the word discipline, which is disciple.
dis·ci·ple
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n.
1.
a. One who embraces and assists in spreading the teachings of another.
b. An active adherent, as of a movement or philosophy.
2. often Disciple One of the original followers of Jesus.
3. Disciple A member of the Disciples of Christ.
[Middle English, from Old English discipul and from Old French desciple, both from Latin discipulus, pupil, from discere, to learn; see dek- in Indo-European roots.]
Discipleship implies to things to me, a set of beliefs, and a devotion to those beliefs. So to live being disciplined means I am devoted to a certain set of beliefs. Though the definition of disciple innately brings organized religion to mind, it’s not so much about religion as a set of confirmed beliefs. Everyone has a set of beliefs that they adhere to. So really, I am disciplined! Great! But of course, that’s nonsense, right? I can’t even take my medicine as prescribed or get myself to do the laundry. Because what matters is what beliefs we are devoted to. So then we have think, where are our beliefs coming from?
For most of us, our beliefs originate with our experience. If you have read this blog before, you probably know what I’m thinking right now! lol You know that I believe that we, as humans, straddle two worlds, the finite world of experience, and the world of being, and that our spiritual truth lay in journeying towards being completely present, thus living the unification of the two worlds and our own truth.
So, what does that have to do with spiritual discipline? Well, it occurred to me, this morning that lacking Spiritual Discipline means we are anchored in the world of experience, rather than the world of Being, the world of our personal truth. We are lost in the pain and fear we’ve experienced, which keeps us from experiencing the truth of our being, and so we try to counter act that with things we know from our experience that make the pain and fear take a back seat. I think that’s where this wanting feeling comes from in me. I want so badly to heal myself in a way I know, instead of surrendering to Divine Love/My highest Self, which takes faith in myself and my ability to even connect with something so wonderful, and forgiveness, and self acceptance, which are often challenging for me to embrace within myself.
So, how do I, purply-blue ADD alien woman that I am, start living with Spiritual discipline? I guess the answer is not very mystical. I need keep growing my moments of just being, what I call ( and possibly someone else did first, no idea) joyful moments. Taking joy and pleasure in simple things, as much as I can. I’m also in the process of setting up a meditation teacher, which I am really excited about. The answer is also maybe a bit trite sounding ( and also one of my old TV shows growing up)– that I just need to take it moment by moment, one day at a time.