Friday, September 28, 2012

When the rubber hits the road

     The depth of our practice is measured by how we respond to the constant challenges life feeds us with grandmotherly love. Tiny insults to our ego are the appetizers, serious illness and death of loved ones the main course, and our own illness and death the dessert.
     It's remarkably sad to see health-care professionals, priests, nuns and other clergy who are morbidly afraid of not only their own mortality, but the very topic.
     Meditation practice is not a rabbit's foot with magical powers. Spirituality starts when we finally let go of magical thinking - and don't we all dearly love fairy tales!
     Life is one bustling restaurant - let's not be "shocked" when - not if - our plate appears in front of us. 

     "The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong in the broken places."             Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms       (thank you Tracy for the quote)
     SO, as an ephemeral being, balanced on the razor's edge, what can I do - now - to meaningfully help my ephemeral siblings? How can I help - now - to decrease suffering, and add a bit of joy?!home/mainPage

“Set me a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm, for love is strong as death.”
Elizabeth Smart

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