I know, I know, there is personal pain, sometimes even despair, from our habits, addictions, memories, fears, thinking traps, flaws, guilts, shames, worries - the gross stuff that wont go away. We wake up and there the damned things are again. And with them, a chronic sense of something missing, a chronic lack of trust, peace, and wellbeing. A sense that these painful things are more powerful than we are. For a moment, consider that these things, as permanent as they feel, are not who we are. For a moment, consider that these huge, awful, persistent things may be perfect teachers, even necessary teachers, the ones that give us the enormous motivation needed to see through seductive, song-and-dance personality and ego. The ones that show up four billion times a day to remind us to be here, now. These are the ones that create our practice. These are the ones that will set us free. Love letters from the gods. Hope this serves.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 11:59:31 +0000
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