The seasons change no matter how humans are behaving. Grieving for all the nameless suffering and for a couple of friends who have died very recently. Please be kind with your tender hearts.
Here’s a bit of beauty.
Pausing to smell the
Roses, I met an angel
Dancing wings outstretched.
What if we were to cease to think of discipline as constraint, as punishment, as something confining and unattainably rigorous, something satisfying only in having suffered for gain? What if we were to understand it, as Swami Chidvilasananda, suggests as discipleship, a cleaving to the path out of the exquisitely blissful yearning for the light? Such discipline is, I think, what is the true practice of brahmacharya — aligning with the divine.
It was such a beautiful day that I spent as much time as possible walking in the neighborhood. That walking is “good for me” was just an incidental benefit.
Stated another way: act only at speeds in which you can be fully mindful.
Hoppin’ John with the greens available from the garden
With a stop at the Tuesday Fresh Farm Market where I bought an egg carton full of figs and some white nectarines.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
