Monthly Archives: December 2014
Some days you are gifted with the realization that the cloud hanging over you is actually an umbrella of protection. Some days you are gifted a soft bend in the hardness of life that perfectly fits and offers a gentle shelter or hug. Some days,…..
I confess a searching question of “why?!” and “how?!” to think of the children whose lives were taken. Yet, the question though asked, will rest in the knowing that hate cannot be overcome with hate. Peace on earth begins with me. And my unwavering, unquenchable, and rooted belief…..
I have always treasured the story about the Buddha after his enlightenment. A man saw him from a distance. He didn’t know Buddha before or after his enlightenment. He could, immediately, tell that something was so very different and was “moved” to…..
Compassion is the ability to see clearly into the nature of suffering… The enemies of genuine compassion: pity, moral outrage, and fear. —Roshi Joan Halifax
Practice with infinite gratitude to the past, Infinite service to the present, And infinite responsibility to…..
Tonight’s scrich, not original, except the resonance within the heart. At this time of year, and every day as we face the struggles of the world and wonder what one person could do or give that would make a difference. And so, to any who may also ponder the act of giving, I offer the words from Norman Fischer, recently published in the Shambhala Sun and available at http://www.lionsroar.com/nothing-to-give-no-one-to-receive-it-norman-fischer-on-joyful-giving/. Though the words are offered from a Buddhist perspective, the…..
The image could well be the portent of an ominous event about to happen in a movie. The night sky and winter’s arthritic trees silhouetted against the clouds have been used so often to suggest something bad about to occur. The image…..
I squealed like a child to see the reflections. The tree so textured and infused with geometric designs. The white – was it from the sun? A light coating of an oily substance upon the water? The images mirrored how my eyes often see the…..
Two images on a day of broken and damaged hearts, world news that makes my own heart sigh, and a sunrise feather gifted. It seems we are forever looking back to a manger, a burning bush, a Bodhi tree, or some other promise of…..
Sometimes when you stand between a rock and a hard place….you just have to breathe, listen, and feel the space.
That I might see the weathering of life as gifting the shape of a heart. That my needs might be so simple that my roots would thrive and flourish with so little. That I might trust where I am knowing…..
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