If we really, really accept and embrace the reality of our finitude, our death; then our being, our aliveness needs no reason, explanation or identification with images of selfhood. We can simply be whatever arises free from doubt and fear.
Few things have upset me as much recently as seeing Trump and his henchmen ambush Zelensky in such a ruthlessly cruel, calculated and premeditated attempt to publicly belittle and shame him. Tiny, weak and frightened cowards, the lot of them.
“Thoughts are natural events that you do not possess, and whose meaning you only imperfectly recognize.”
— Carl Jung
Controversial/ contrarian opinion alert!
Care is more important than love.
I’ve seen so many people suffer unnecessarily both on the giving and receiving ends of love.
Care not so much.
A price is being paid by millions simply from one man growing up with wealth, privilege and opportunity yet brutalised by his father. The weaponisation of psychological and emotional wounds…
What a world. Went to bed last night having watched a tiny, frightened, weak and cowardly bully throw a tantrum with his fingers in his ears while a strong and still adult looked on bewildered and bemused. And then I wake up to a dawn of such pristine beauty…
Went to a new meditation session this evening at the local yoga centre. Really good. Non-prescriptive, gentle guidance in a beautiful setting and well attended. Will definitely go again. Shame it’s only once a month at the moment. Fingers crossed for weekly.
“Memory is a liar. It’s a heap of dog-eared, smudged, incessantly revised fictions.”
— Peter Schjeldahl
Back to work tomorrow and it’s my weekend to work. Here’s hoping the sun keeps shining and the land gets a chance to dry out a bit. It’s so saturated that even the slightest rain can flood the roads.
It’s a beautiful day out there. A walk across the fields in the sunshine for coffee seems like a good idea.
“Meditation is not about becoming a better person or a more spiritual person. It’s about becoming a more honest person.”
— Barry Magid, Ordinary Mind Zendo
I enjoy Day One Journal’s On This Day feature popping up, as it does, entries from years past. The older the entries the more I don’t recognise the author. Many seem written by someone I can barely relate to, someone completely different which, in one sense, is true.