When we give emotions room to flow, rather than bottling them up, we find they often dissipate again. They ebb and flow like waves. WE can become curious about our emotions and notice when grief, anger, boredom, joy or another emotion appears, asking what it might have to teach us about our inner life right now. In this practice we become present to the places of resistance, and we gently soften ourselves- bodies, minds, hearts- when we become conscious of the ways we resist our own deeply held experiences.
~Christine Valters Paintner
supporting our beliefs is not as wise as supporting our wise living…..
inquiry for today~ light yourself up with what you love…….
Sometimes a kind of glory lights up the mind of a man. It happens to nearly everyone. You can feel it growing or preparing like a fuse burning toward dynamite. It is a feeling in the stomach, a delight of the nerves, of the forearms. The skin tastes the air, and every deep-drawn breath is sweet. Its beginning has the pleasure of a great stretching yawn; it flashes in the brain and the whole world glows outside your eyes. A man may have lived all of his life in the gray, and the land and trees of him dark and somber. The events, even the important ones, may have trooped by faceless and pale. And then — the glory — so that a cricket song sweetens his ears, the smell of the earth rises chanting to his nose, and dappling light under a tree blesses his eyes. Then a man pours outward, a torrent of him, and yet he is not diminished. And I guess a man’s importance in the world can be measured by the quality and number of his glories. It is a lonely thing but it relates us to the world. It is the mother of all creativeness, and it sets each man separate from all other men.