- “There’s a common misunderstanding among all the human beings who have ever been born on the earth that the best way to live is to try to avoid pain and just try to get comfortable. You can see this even in insects and animals and birds. All of us are the same.
|a reflecting pool in Yosemite National Park [Photo: JB]|
A much more interesting, kind, adventurous, and joyful approach to life is to begin to develop our curiosity, not caring whether the object of our inquisitiveness is bitter or sweet. To lead a life that goes beyond pettiness and prejudice and always wanting to make sure that everything turns out on our own terms, to lead a more passionate, full, and delightful life than that, we must realize that we can endure a lot of pain and pleasure for the sake of finding out who we are and what this world is, how we tick and how our world ticks, how the whole thing just is. If we are committed to comfort at any cost, as soon as we come up against the least edge of pain, we’re going to run; we’ll never know what’s beyond that particular barrier or wall or fearful thing.” ~ Awakening Loving-Kindess, Pema ChÃ¶drÃ¶n
This morning I’m not at my best. I feel hung over because I didn’t sleep well at all. I’m undergoing a detox from eating foods with gluten and plants from the nightshade family: eggplants, tomatoes, potatoes. These things caused inflammation in my brain and joints and made me feel tired most of the time. I am feeling better some days, but on this day I feel awful.
I was grateful for my hot shower this morning, and I’m gratefully drinking my cup of Roibush tea. I also had a quiet night with Amazon. She woke up twice with a coughing fit, but thankfully both were short and we were able to go back to sleep quickly. She sleeps quite near my head and shoulders and perhaps that’s why I’m tired today. One ear is always on the alert for her sounds, movement.
It’s another beautiful fall morning. We just had a visit from a neighborhood crested bluejay. He likes to sit on the garage roof and strut his stuff, cawing an clacking to announce himself there. The sun burns the dew from the roof tilesâ€¦an upward rushing rain in which tiny flying creatures chase and somersault around each other. We’ve been visited by flocks of tiny, tiny birds this week. I don’t know what they are. They’re not sparrows and they’re not finches. I’ll have to do some research. They swoop around the house, in and out of our trees and I delight in watching their aerial aerobics.
Life is beautiful. I’m glad to be here. Blessed be.