The photos of the aftermath of the earthquake are horrific. I cannot really imagine what it must be like. I found myself today thinking about how it is that I trust that the images are real even though those who offer us “entertainment” give us similar pictures through the same media. How do we stay keenly open to truth and sympathy when our receipt of truth and fiction comes through the same channels? My heart goes out to all those suffering.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
when I woke up to this news, it pierced my heart. staying with that spontaneous opening of compassion, a strong but fleeting insight about impermanence. then later I wondered what it would really be to live every minute holding the knowledge that the next minute could radically shift everything I hold dear, and at the same time to keep a tender heart.