I’ve been spraying these on a few walls of mine:
— the thing that most limits us from exploring our goodness is all of the time and energy we invest in thinking about what those limits might be.
— you and I are actually grateful for each and every breath (right?), as aware as we are that we cannot know how many breaths there will be. We like the uncertainty more than we admit. It adds suspense…which is an element usually lacking if you’re all-knowing.
— praying has fallen into disfavor as a formal practice. Many of us have grown tired of chatting on our knees with the source of all love. Love can certainly bend a knee (or tip a cap) towards the love all around, but it’s never been an ask for anyone to stay down there in order to converse. That smacks of a human’s idea of devotion. Oh, so, how’s about we try not calling it ‘praying’ anymore…since the concept comes with so much baggage…let’s try calling it ‘dialing in’?
— I’m not telling you this, we’ve been telling this to one another, in the privacy of our own hearts, for years. We, as humans, are terrified, bored, lonely, crowded, and feel like we’re out of place…that we don’t belong anywhere where we can feel safe to be honest about much of anything that matters…
— memories are selective. Memories are not impartial observations. What makes us want to trust them with such fierce determination? As if, someone else’s personal recall negates our own? I simply accept that different viewpoints create a fuller picture…not necessarily a clearer answer.
— I was sent and you were chosen…you were sent and we all get to choose…these are true enough, both and at the same time true. It works either way. We’re all now here…for now…shall we not try to cooperate and join together in the graceful, relaxed attempt to make more of ourselves? If we’re willing to try our best, the worst never happens. Simply the unexpected…