This morning I went out into the back garden with my friend Tyrone, who helps me keep the rats and termites at bay. The pansies were too few even for a bud vase, and I didn’t expect to be out in the garden again to admire them before they withered, so I ate them. They remind me of wintergreen.
In recent months, I have listened to the stories of a number of close friends and co-workers as they navigate the difficult process of saying their good-byes to the tangible, physical embodiment of a loved one and participating in the loved one’s own good-bye.
I find myself filled with memories of those I still love though the loved one is no longer embodied in the physical form in which I met them. For me and for those with whom I share my memories, they live on as such and. in greater and lesser amounts, in how I think, respond, and act to this day and beyond.
Om namah shivayah.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
Yesterday I found myself contemplating prachurya–abundance.
In this atmosphere of incessantly being told how much more we should want, it can be hard to recognize sufficiency, much less abundance.
As a spiritual practice, I think being able to experience abundance with what we already have can both provide joy and empower generosity.
It can be sweet to notice the little ones.
On Capitol Hill.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
