When you’re wounded, “too” sensitive, embarrassed, you can be wounded open. Made strong and sure, yet humble– so aware of your like-kindedness with other beings. A real human. In. Open. There’s a grace… the grace of knowing, deeply, that you…

“I try to be kind and compassionate for all things, like The Buddah.” she said. “But you’re angry.” I said. “I’m angry!” she yelled, thereby becoming about 12 times as kind and compassionate. I think The Buddah smiled.

When it’s dark, they close down a bit, tighten up, get small, go inward. This is very healthy. When it’s light, they blossom open and suck in the sun. This is very healthy. Let us not pathologize the flowers.   

Today I watched “The Meaning”, by Jim Carrey. I loved it so much (and still do)… until the ending. This seems to be where so many spiritual messages of my generation go askew.  We go from saying things like “Risk being seen…

Today I walked my neighborhood “feeling my feels”, as my partner and I say, “without an object”, as Adam, one of my teachers and friends says. I’ve always wanted to be this brave. I have big emotions. They have felt…