"Much of our suffering comes not from what happens to us, but from the stories we tell ourselves about what happens."
Thank you Clint. The parable of the second arrow. The first arrow is the pain, physical or other, that happens to us. The second arrow is self-inflicted... the anxiety, the drivel, the stories that we tell ourselves and others, over and over.
Meditation has (finally) become a daily practice for me. Off and on for over 50 years, and as the world outside has become increasingly more difficult, this daily practice harbors me from the storm. May all beings find freedom from suffering.🙏🏼
Me, I need something to rouse me from my Tabula Rasa TBH, I need to be alive again, be aware, be vital. Trouble is I can't be arsed 😯 Still I can say Cheers DougT🏴 🇬🇧
Yep. There's a kind of baseline state that never quite goes away. It changes slowly, subtly, like the difference between the Mediterranean and the Caribbean, but otherwise it's still ocean. No goal, just being present. It unfolds a lot of mysteries, never on any schedule. I forget it, too. I've been forgetting it off and on since about 1975. It's good when you remember it.
Love, love, love the analogy (and visual) of the Mediterranean and the Caribbean. Time to just float in the salty water, under the tropical sun. Cheers, Clarke!
Profound. Enlightenment.
I live in this world but I do not belong in it.
Fortunately, I am old enough to have my pension and my savings.
So what if I die (as I will). I will still be here in this infinite and eternal universe.
And I count my lucky stars that our paths have crossed in this life. And hope to keep running into you for as long as the stars shine, dear one.
🦜🐧🎁🍰🏳️🌈🌈😱🚢🎵🎶❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤 Thanks Clint and Andy🖤🤎💜💙💚💛🧡❤️🎶🎵🚢😱🌈🏳️🌈🍰🎁🐧🦜
Thanks, Steve. I like to think Andy sends his regards too…. Cheers!
Cheers Sixes for your like👍
"Much of our suffering comes not from what happens to us, but from the stories we tell ourselves about what happens."
Thank you Clint. The parable of the second arrow. The first arrow is the pain, physical or other, that happens to us. The second arrow is self-inflicted... the anxiety, the drivel, the stories that we tell ourselves and others, over and over.
Meditation has (finally) become a daily practice for me. Off and on for over 50 years, and as the world outside has become increasingly more difficult, this daily practice harbors me from the storm. May all beings find freedom from suffering.🙏🏼
Just…beautiful, dear David. Thank you for sharing such human wisdom. Thank you.
Cheers for the 👍 like David
Me, I need something to rouse me from my Tabula Rasa TBH, I need to be alive again, be aware, be vital. Trouble is I can't be arsed 😯 Still I can say Cheers DougT🏴 🇬🇧
Still, I can say THANK YOU, Dear Doug! 🤗🌈🤟
BTW that's me procrastinating 😝 DougT
Yep. There's a kind of baseline state that never quite goes away. It changes slowly, subtly, like the difference between the Mediterranean and the Caribbean, but otherwise it's still ocean. No goal, just being present. It unfolds a lot of mysteries, never on any schedule. I forget it, too. I've been forgetting it off and on since about 1975. It's good when you remember it.
Love, love, love the analogy (and visual) of the Mediterranean and the Caribbean. Time to just float in the salty water, under the tropical sun. Cheers, Clarke!