Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon...
...choosing who I wanted in my life again was another way I was reforming who I was and getting to know myself more and more in the process.
There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want.
You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing.
When I've felt hurt by another person, it's been natural for me to close off a bit. To become more guarded. Build up boundaries, and watch others carefully.
But living from this "fortified" position can not last long, nor would I want it to.
Lately, I’ve begun to feel like how I’ve always been: that this familiar old soulness of mine is catching up to my actual age.
We come to know ourselves more fully through stories and the stories we tell ourselves, the deeply embedded narrative of our lives.
Back again in my hometown of San Jose and staying at my folks’ house, I recovered quickly from the insomnia I developed while living in San Francisco.
As soon as I could, I wanted to get out of San Jose. It’s not that I didn’t like my hometown — I just knew that there was much more to see in the world and I wanted to see it.
In meditation today,
my arms flapped up
above my head like wings
in my mind...