How many children have to die before we decide to change? How many mothers have to put their little innocent children in the ground? How many mothers have to say goodbye to their sons and daughters going off to war?
It is so vital to take the time once in a while to give shout outs to these lights, these beacons that have palpably made our lives and often many other lives around them better. Let them know just how pivotal they are to you, and that the world just wouldn't be the same without them.
Every day it seems to become more apparent to me how deeply healing a practice of self-compassion is. During the difficult moments in life at times it seems as if we're wired to have a neural reaction of kicking ourselves while we're down.
No matter how offensive the slander against the Prophet may be, in reality it is not the Prophet who has been bruised, but our own ego. The Prophet neither requests nor needs our protection. It is our ego that feels injured and calls for revenge.
It felt like she had leaned over and stabbed me in the chest with a knife. For three decades, we had been more than sisters: We had been partners in creativity, business, and a force of two against the world.
When hearing two competing voices inside me, I've too often listened to the louder one, the more popular one, the more demanding one. Slowly I'm learning to listen more deeply, to listen beyond the clamor, to listen for the quieter voice of knowing.
Two people who have been educated to share love like this might find that experience all lovers search for, that love where two become one. Maybe it's time to make love an educational requirement for us all.
One of the core principles of Tibetan Buddhism is that all phenomena, all experience, is essentially free of enduring, sharply delineated characteristics. We have the potential to experience anything. And anything has the potential to arise within our experience.