“I am always surprised when friends apologize for being in a bad mood, or sharing their life challenges when I bump into them, as though there is something wrong with sharing our difficulties with each other. This is yet another example of the bullshit positivity world we have created in western life, where we are only acceptable to each other if we share good news. I wonder if we have communicated the message that someone else’s bad news is unacceptable because we are trying to bypass our own difficulties. Whatever it is, this has to stop. We aren’t going to co-create a genuinely positive world until we can hold the space for each other’s shadow. Better an authentic frown than an inauthentic smile any day. A smile that is built on a pretentious foundation isn’t a smile at all.” Jeff Brown
“If you sit for long enough with sadness, fear or anger, or some strange energy or urge you can’t even name, in a place of no hope and no expectation, it eventually breaks apart, its imagined edges and boundaries dissolving into the vastness, and it reveals its deep intelligence, and its benevolent nature.
At the core of everything we run away from is everything we long for. And we’ll never know if we run away.” Jeff Foster
“There will be times, as a sensitive human being, when you are met with waves of despair, loneliness, confusion, and depression. While the conventional world may scramble to convince you something has gone ‘wrong’ which must urgently be remedied, you are attuning to the wisdom buried in the rich soil of the dark.
As the dream dissolves of the way you thought it was going to be, and as what you thought was so important evaporates in front of your very eyes, stay close. Yes, the questions are burning inside you, but there are no answers to be found. Not yet. You are in a place the mind cannot travel and there are no longer any conceptual reference points around which you can organize your experience. For it is far too wild and creative here.
Dare to see that nothing has gone wrong. And that the confusion, the uncertainty, and the groundlessness are clear reflections of the death of an old dream, and the heart-wisdom contained within that. For until you are willing to die – and to allow the old hopes and fears to reorganize – new birth can never occur. While you may be tempted to scramble away from death and into what is next, honor the sacred passage and surrender the path of abandonment.
Yes, something is dying – everything that is less than whole within you. But this is a blessed death.
Provide a home for the lonely one, the confused one, the hopeless one, and the disappointed one. For these ones have come as the emissaries of wrathful and disorienting love in disguise, marinating you and dropping seeds of creativity inside. In ways the mind will never understand, they are providing rest for the journey ahead.” Matt Licata
“The Buddha was once asked what compassion is and he answered, “If you want to know what compassion is, look into the eyes of a mother as she cradles her fevered, ill child.” Compassion is a true vastness of heart and a depth of wisdom that listens to, embraces, and receives suffering. It is an antidote to hostility, resistance, and division. Learning to listen to the sounds of the universe is learning to soften and melt our armory of fear, mistrust, and imprisonment in a separate self. Compassion is not a quality to romanticize, idealize, or project into a future moment. Nurturing compassion does not depend upon personal perfection. We meet suffering, pain, and confusion every day of our lives. The homeless person on the street, the frail parent, the hurt child, the stressed executive, the alienated teenager. It is not easy to open our hearts to the bottomless depths of pain in the world. We hold in our hearts our own mortality and the mortality of others. All life is fragile; we live in a fragile world. health turns to illness, well-being to pain, safety to uncertainty, life to death; none of us can control the countless supports upon which our well-being rests. The moments of sorrow and confusion we meet are moments that invite us to cultivate a listening heart, to let go of separation, and to be present with every cell of our being. The difficult moments and encounters in our lives are the gateways of compassion. Our enemies are angels of compassion in disguise, inviting us to be present, to attend, and to receive. Here we discover for ourselves the healing, balancing power of compassion.’” Christina Feldman
“She put a hand against her chest. “We’re born with everything in here — everything we need to be happy and whole. But as soon as life starts frightening us, we give away pieces of ourselves to make the danger go away. It’s an insidious trade: you want life to stop scaring you, so you give it parts of yourself. You give away your pride, your honesty, your dignity, or your courage…When all you feel is fear, you don’t need dignity. So you don’t mind giving that away — at the moment. But you regret it later, oh boy do you ever, because we need all those pieces to be complete.” Johnathan Carroll
“Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.” Alice Walker
‘Peace can only exist in the present moment. It is ridiculous to say “Wait until I finish this, then I will be free to live in peace. What is “this”? A diploma, a job, a house, the payment of a debt? If you think that way, peace will never come. There is always another “this” that will follow the present one. If you are not living in peace at this moment, you will never be able to. If you truly want to be at peace, you must be at peace right now. Otherwise, there is only “the hope of peace some day.” Thich Nhat Hanh
“If you want to be free, you must first accept that there is pain in your heart. You have stored it there. And you’ve done everything you can think of to keep it there, deep inside, so that you never have to feel it. There is also tremendous joy, beauty, love, and peace within you. But they are on the other side of the pain. On the other side of the pain is ecstasy. On the other side is freedom. Your true greatness hides on the other side of that layer of pain. You must be willing to accept pain in order to pass through to the other side. Just accept that it is in there and that you are going to feel it. Accept that if you relax, it will have its moment before your awareness, and then it will pass. It always does. ” Michael Singer.
“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a tellar but for want of an understanding ear.” Stephen King