the prayer I keep on repeating and repeating is "may awareness dawn in the hearts of all beings"
This is the one thing you must learn, we must learnt, to the feel the dawn of awareness in our hearts. Then trust its guidance, without needing to know for certain just where it is leading us. Thank you habibi, for your heart and its guidance.
I'm also loving that one of my favorite words, "bodhichitta", meaning the awake heart-mind, also means both love and awareness - weaving both of our responses together. Grateful for you and your heart, habibi. Truly. xoxo
I am grateful for those who make waves in their fiery activism, and there are many other ways to foster change. The invisible wind collides with sand - the smallest and least intimidating of rocks - to carve enormous caves.
I recently read that Mary Oliver refused to support protests and similar direct forms of activism, and there is no argument that can diminish her continued impact. It felt like a permission slip from someone I trusted, much needed in such confusing and pressured times.
"Love's the only engine of survival" L Cohen
Amen!
"Our love matters." 😭 Oof, I needed to hear that today. Thank you! This is a soulful prompt and I can't wait to write on it soon ❤️
Thank you, Claire. I’m glad it landed. ❤️
Thank you for sharing such beautiful prayers.
Thank you so much for reading, MK. ❤️
the prayer I keep on repeating and repeating is "may awareness dawn in the hearts of all beings"
This is the one thing you must learn, we must learnt, to the feel the dawn of awareness in our hearts. Then trust its guidance, without needing to know for certain just where it is leading us. Thank you habibi, for your heart and its guidance.
I love this. Beautiful. May it be so.
I'm also loving that one of my favorite words, "bodhichitta", meaning the awake heart-mind, also means both love and awareness - weaving both of our responses together. Grateful for you and your heart, habibi. Truly. xoxo
…to be true to yourself.
I am grateful for those who make waves in their fiery activism, and there are many other ways to foster change. The invisible wind collides with sand - the smallest and least intimidating of rocks - to carve enormous caves.
I recently read that Mary Oliver refused to support protests and similar direct forms of activism, and there is no argument that can diminish her continued impact. It felt like a permission slip from someone I trusted, much needed in such confusing and pressured times.