The Kingfisher dove suddenly from the tall pine. I heard his chatter just before he launched. I looked up to witness the bird tumble toward the water, submerge for a split second, then rise with ease. He plunged with resolve and precision. I had been glancing up at him from my float while he sat patiently in the towering tree watching the water with intensity. I was fascinated.
The Kingfisher is disciplined to wait until something arises in the water, then, without hesitation, he plunges towards his target. When he misses his mark he does not fret, he simply returns to his post with intention and focus. His efforts are soon rewarded.
I rebelled against the idea of discipline for most of my life. I witnessed joyless people ensnared by the rigidity of discipline. I saw inflexibility and emptiness. I wanted no part of it.
However, a time came when I saw the value of introducing a measure of discipline into my life. It has not been easy but desire for certain qualities inspires me. My morning spiritual practices are important, but they would not be possible without discipline. I’m struggling in some areas needing the same intention. My life will be richer if I extend discipline to those areas with a sense of passion, excitement, and flexibility.
Perhaps I will approach the idea of discipline as a spiritual practice. That simple reframe could change my experience from dreary obligation to curious allure. Maybe I would be pulled by impulse more often than pushed by obligation or pain.
The Kingfisher calls for intention and focus. He encourages a life of passion with structure and openness. He persuades me to dive headlong into life, pursuing each opportunity fearlessly.
This is the spiritual practice of discipline.
