My heart melts
For those who haven’t made peace with the inlaws, this is for you. Family is so tricky… not to mention family of family. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately and preparing for the arrival of Kat’s father and step-mom. Don’t get me wrong, I am truly excited to have them here and for […]
I was in class last week, and such a transformational time it was… however, returning home to family life, working, caretaking the land, cleaning the house, and still trying to maintain a semblance of my deep friendship with the divine has proven to be a whirlwind. My professor said something that struck me as I […]
A tale from Attar of Nishapur:
The lover knocked at the door of his beloved. “Who knocks?” said the beloved from within. “It is I,” said the lover. “Go away. This house will not hold you and me.”
The rejected lover went away into the desert. There he meditated for months on end, pondering the words of the beloved. Finally he returned and knocked at the door again.
“It is you.”
The door was immediately opened.
“100 percent and 100 percent,” I said. “They cannot be separated.”
When I desire the happiness in our children, and mark our progress as humanity by that, I am not referring to children as never crying. I am not ruling out other marks of a progressive society, but merely desiring a shift in priority. What does our society claim as proof of our progression? Happiness is something more than self-satisfied, self-interested, and self-serving. It something greater than an innocent or unaware naivety.