My happiness grows in direct proportion to my acceptance and in inverse proportion to my resistance. --Michael J. Fox What are you noticing about accepting and resisting, especially of that which is impossible to change? ... for Mindful Monday ... Photo credit: "Wind-Bent Tree," Garry Knight, 2013.
“It is best as one grows older to strip oneself of possessions, to shed oneself downward like a tree, to be almost wholly earth before one dies.” Sylvia Townsend Warner, Lolly Willowes or the Loving Huntsman [recommended] On May 28, 2014 our Group for people with life-threatening illnesses celebrated the lives of those who have already passed on. I was unable to attend the memorial service due to bronchitis, but I celebrated all those people and two of my family with the poem I share below. Our Group is comprised of people from several different religious traditions and is hosted by our local Insight Meditation Center. The group was founded and is run by a Buddhist chaplain who has been very kind and is a stalwart friend to each of us. Though I continue to follow the progress o
Acceptance is a fine line to walk. One has to accept what is while working towards changing the world to be more merciful and just. It is a paradox--acceptance and change. I come to these thoughts after the ragged theology of Jefferson Sessions was used to justify taking children away from their parents. It is so easy to be overwhelmed be media in this circumstance. To just accept what seems, to me, to be indescribable evil. Seeing the photos of children crying. Hearing the stories of heartbreak. Being overwhelmed on a daily basis leads to inaction which leads to a perverted acceptance of a new status quo of horror. This is not okay. We cannot give in. We cannot accept. We must offer change. Now, how do we do that? That is the next task! Thinking of strategies that cre