We walked the streets of San Francisco, we visited Alcatraz, we played at the Montaña de Oro dunes, we hiked to the top of Cerro San Luis, we played at the San Luis Obispo rock climbing gym, we kayaked in Morro Bay…
But the most important part was that we were together.
Maya, Tad and Eduardo messing around in California … See my Tabblo>
To not leave anyone behind.
I found this piece yesterday and it gives me the goosebumps, swells my heart and brings me to tears all at once. You may like it, too!
You don’t know what they mean
when they say what they say
The pockets of life in between the sadness
actually comprise everything.
It’s good to notice.
The Wall Street Journal, April 18th, 2008
Coming home
is entirely worth it
even if it takes “forever”
At the end of the day the teachers are gone, the teachings are gone, the girlfriends are gone, the children are too busy playing with their friends, nobody seems to be paying attention.
What are you going to do?
What is going to be enough?
What is the purpose of this questioning? It’s an invitation, to myself, to join the silence of what sits with me and take 100% responsibility for my own life. Not 99%, or 99.9%. Any % that I leave for someone or something to fulfill is the hook that I use to keep myself bound to the world of “this and that,” to a seemingly safe world, the world of hope and illusion, the world of confusion and suffering.
Standing at the top of the 100 foot pole? Just take the next step.
What if it was all a lie?
What I think I am never existed in the first place