How did the rose
ever open his heart
and give to this world all its beauty?
It felt the encouragement of light
against its being,
otherwise, we will remain too frightened
Hafiz
photo Amada44
Tag: Mindfulness
Just dance
Don’t look at your feet to see if you are doing it right.
Just dance
Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Instructions on Writing and Life
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Mind states that pass through
Many people fail to distinguish between their true nature and their personality traits, particularly their less desirable traits. The fact is you are not the worst characteristics of your personality. It is the nature of the untrained mind to want what it perceives as advantageous and to fear or hate what seems painful. Discovering how your heart and mind can work together to use these feelings allows you to move beyond them. You may feel overwhelmed by the circumstances of your present life or bound by past traumatic events. Again, this is a failure in perception. They are just mind-states which can be known. They can be seen as impermanent and not belonging to you and, therefore, they do not ultimately define your true nature.
Philip Moffitt
Bringing awareness and balance
Meditation is an experiment we are making, bringing us out of our normal habits of intense self-judgment, comparing, and impatience. Mindfulness isn’t about what is happening; it is about how we are relating to what is happening — how much awareness, balance and compassion we are bringing to this moment’s experience, whatever it is.
Sharon Salzberg
When Taps leak, and other things go wrong
The moment in which the mind acknowledges ‘This isn’t what I wanted, but it’s what I got’, is the point at which suffering disappears. Sadness might remain present, but the mind … is free to console, free to support the mind’s acceptance of the situation, free to allow space for new possibilities to come into view.
Sylvia Boorstein, Happiness is an Inside Job
Staying Young
This is what it means to be young:
This faith in the most beautiful surprises,
this joy in daily discovery.
Rilke
