Sunday, November 22, 2015

"Sell your cleverness and purchase bewilderment." -Rumi

Sunday, November 15, 2015

“When we are caught in notions, rituals, and the outer forms of the practice, not only can we not receive and embody the spirit of our tradition, we become an obstacle for the true values of the tradition to be transmitted. We lose sight of the true needs and actual suffering of people, and the teaching and practice, which were intended to relieve suffering, now cause suffering. Narrow, fundamentalist, and dogmatic practices always alienate people, especially those who are suffering.” 

― Thích Nhất HạnhLiving Buddha, Living Christ

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

“The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. To be your own man is a hard business. If you try it, you’ll be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.” ~ Arthur Gordon

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

The Weight of a Stone

There was a place deep inside of her that was bursting with truth. 

It was a seeping wound, constantly growing new cells of healing only to be ripped open anew. That place had a name, an address, a definite location in the pit of her stomach. If she chose to, she could delve her hands down and lift out that round heavy stone that dwelled inside of her—the way one digs their hands down in to a pumpkin and scoops out the seeds, digging their nails along the flesh of the inside. 

Instead, she held it inside of her. She woke with it, ate with it, spoke with it, bathed with it and slept with it. She cooked dinner with it, put bandaids on her children with it and wrote words with it.

Everything she did, she held the stone heavy in her stomach and guarded it like the soldiers at the tomb of Jesus. It was her cross and the thing that slowly killed her day and night. But it was also the thing that taught her true compassion and made her embrace the humanness of mankind. 

This burden had become the most beautiful and barbaric thing inside of her. And what does one do with a story like that kept hidden inside of them? They must tell it. In all of its sadness and brokenness and vulnerability, they must lay it down like flagstone and slowly construct a path to healing and truth.  It may be attacked by the dogs, gnawed on ruthlessly, but it is the only way to becoming whole.

"She wanted—what some people want throughout life—a grief that should deeply touch her, and thus humanize and make her capable of sympathy." -Nathaniel Hawthorne

Friday, October 23, 2015

“We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us even in our soundest sleep. I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscious endeavour. It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.” 
― Henry David ThoreauWalden

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

An encouraging and inspiring read...

Turning wounds in to wisdom

Sunday, October 18, 2015

“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.” 
― Kahlil Gibran

“Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.” 
― Charles DickensGreat Expectations