Lay down your map and compass,
and those dog-eared travel guides.
Rest your weary eyes from so much looking,
your tired feet from so much wandering,
your aching heart from so much hoping.
Lay down on the soft green grass
wet with morning dew, and watch as
the tree heavy with pendulous pears
bends her long branches toward you,
offering you perfection in every sweet bite.
Give up the weight of knowing,
for the reverence of quiet attention
and curiosity, for the delight of
juice that runs in generous streams
down your chin.
~Christine Valters Paintner
when you judge life and all of its harsh bitters…….and then when you lash out at yourself as if you should bear the weight of the world……
inquiry for today~ notice the difference today between self-responsibility and self-compassion…..
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a hundred times.
Come, yet again, come, come.