Our heart's capacity for love is our power.
I am playing that drum, that slap and slide and thump and glide, heating up the tightly stretched hide. Foot stomp - Hail Hail Foot stomp Hail Hail drumm drummm drummmm kiss
Strange Love in the Time of Kali Yuga is beautiful and melancholic.
It really resonated with me - the thought that we can escape, fully, our past. Or ignore them.
It's impossible. Integration is necessary. But the struggle to transcend is everything...
I'm pitching a TV Series - and an opening thematic quote to the series is thus: "Ghosts haunt, but Life CALLS. Therein, lies our choice. Will and Imagination exist to keep our ghosts at bay."
Your blog resonates with all that I'm creating- and all that we're all dealing with.
The Four Immeasurables as a Traditional Tibetan Buddhist Prayer
May all beings have happiness and the cause of happiness.
May they be free of suffering and the cause of suffering.
May they never be disassociated from the supreme happiness which is without suffering.
May they remain in the boundless equanimity, free from both attachment to close ones and rejection of others.
Beautifully written. Love, truth, and freedom.
"30 facts you NEED to know: Your Covid Cribsheet"
Beautiful. I'm printing it out to be reminded...
Yes—humility, courage, compassion, and love. Thank you!
Reason for guarded optimism two years after you wrote this! guessing you may know this one Tessa:
before he was killed fighting the nazis in ww2, jehan alain prefaced this piece with the words "When, in its distress, the soul can find no more words to invoke God's mercy, it repeats endlessly the same litany....for reason has reached its limit; only faith can take one further."
Thank you for such an inspiring message...for today and every day...just beautiful...
Thank you so much.
Beautiful, thank you 🙏 ❤️
Wonderful, Tessa! Thank you 🙏!
Well said Thanks!
Very beautiful. Thank you.