As I was walking today along a favourite track above the river, I felt very aware of the kinship of other beings – the magnificent old trees, sheep soaked by the rain, grasses blowing in the wind. How easily I can believe that I am alone, when I don’t notice all these other beings who are here with us humans.
What happens when there is nothing left to tell from the old, familiar stories?
When finally the mind gives up trying to predict and prepare the future?
When there is a background of quiet to all of life’s usual activity?
– This Mystery revealing itself –
Continue ReadingOut beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other” doesn’t make any sense.
– Rumi
In a world where we are brought up with the importance of looking cool and keeping it all together as indications of success, it can be difficult for us to acknowledge and allow our vulnerability.
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