I don’t generally complain about it. Maybe it’s even a sort of enforced restraint. But here is the thing: it’s no good trying to do retail therapy in Taree.
It may be that I’m just a snob, but what’s on offer in our small burg is for the most part déclassé, outmoded, and el cheapo.
So, I find that when I go to the Big City, some craving emerges from deep down in me that I guess is related to being a shopaholic.
It starts out as simple window shopping but inevitably something catches my eye – a pretty lure seducing the trout to bite. I end up, more than looking, actually trying the pretty thing on, and then convincing myself it’s needed. Even though I didn’t know I had that need until I saw the object of my affection.
The bad news is that shopaholism energy runs counter to the Yama called aparigraha (non-greed), where practising detached observation should be the order of the day, instead of impetuous action.
The good news is that recently, when I was recently in Sydney, I had a shopping list of necessary items, and I pretty well stuck only to my needs. I’m slowly learning why not coveting is so freeing. Because it is true independence; it is not depending on possessions, not believing that things can make us happy. Practising aparigraha leaves us free to know who we are and what we are meant for.
Freedom from wanting unlocks the real purpose of existence.*
*The Yoga-Sutra of Patanjali, translation and commentary by Chip Hartranft.