I’ve clung desperately to so many wondrous moments futilely, as if I could hoard them in a box. Unconsciously depending on them like narcotics or my next fix to ease pain.
Like our dreams, the moments come and fade. Upon awakening, sometimes if we grasp too hard and force remembering they fade even quicker.
Yeah and you freakin’ explained that so eloquently : “…impermanence is like standing on a burning frontier…if we step off to cling to what’s passed, we end up clutching only ashes.”
This is so beautifully written. It’s such a lovely way to look at things that come into our lives, no matter what the duration. It’s always going to have been a part of our life experience.
It's funny; we know we can't hold things forever, yet we try. We know that only by letting go can we create new wonderful moments for ourselves and others, yet we cling. This makes me think, too, of how we do this with moments we regret. Holding on to the mean thing I said to a girl in middle school with the impossible hope that she would know my regret... and forgive me (even 35 years later). Clawing equally to the visions of my children growing up so quickly into beautifully kind adults and moments that I didn't give them nearly enough. A lack of discernment--I understand that suffering. I hope you are doing well and look forward to the meditation session. ♥️
Gorgeous work. My childhood home was also sold last fall and I felt such a deep sense of mourning for it. At some point, it will be torn down to build new houses…I can still recall every room, every squeaky step, every tree, even though now it exists as a dream. This piece makes me think of Lama Lena and how she says that if you are disturbed by all of life’s coming and going, find what doesn’t move 🌌💙🙏🏼 Thank you for this.
100% to it existing as a dream - about once a week, as I'm waking up in the morning, my bodymind still thinks I'm waking up in my childhood bed. How well worn the pathways of memory!
And yes - the "finding what doesn't move" - the stillness in the midst of motion... With all the upheaval and change that life brings, space itself has been such a refuge for me the past few years. ❤️
Your writing is so tender and deep. Thank you. 🙏🏽
I’ve clung desperately to so many wondrous moments futilely, as if I could hoard them in a box. Unconsciously depending on them like narcotics or my next fix to ease pain.
Like our dreams, the moments come and fade. Upon awakening, sometimes if we grasp too hard and force remembering they fade even quicker.
Yes, love the dream recall analogy. It's such a paradox that the more loosely we hold something, the more we can actually connect with it ❤️
Yeah and you freakin’ explained that so eloquently : “…impermanence is like standing on a burning frontier…if we step off to cling to what’s passed, we end up clutching only ashes.”
So siiick. 🙌🏽 Life is such a trip! LOL!
LOL Suuuuuuuch a trip 😩🚀🫠
Thank you Malaya
This is so beautifully written. It’s such a lovely way to look at things that come into our lives, no matter what the duration. It’s always going to have been a part of our life experience.
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It's funny; we know we can't hold things forever, yet we try. We know that only by letting go can we create new wonderful moments for ourselves and others, yet we cling. This makes me think, too, of how we do this with moments we regret. Holding on to the mean thing I said to a girl in middle school with the impossible hope that she would know my regret... and forgive me (even 35 years later). Clawing equally to the visions of my children growing up so quickly into beautifully kind adults and moments that I didn't give them nearly enough. A lack of discernment--I understand that suffering. I hope you are doing well and look forward to the meditation session. ♥️
Ughh I’m crying. Love you.
❤️ Love you too, bestone!
Gorgeous work. My childhood home was also sold last fall and I felt such a deep sense of mourning for it. At some point, it will be torn down to build new houses…I can still recall every room, every squeaky step, every tree, even though now it exists as a dream. This piece makes me think of Lama Lena and how she says that if you are disturbed by all of life’s coming and going, find what doesn’t move 🌌💙🙏🏼 Thank you for this.
100% to it existing as a dream - about once a week, as I'm waking up in the morning, my bodymind still thinks I'm waking up in my childhood bed. How well worn the pathways of memory!
And yes - the "finding what doesn't move" - the stillness in the midst of motion... With all the upheaval and change that life brings, space itself has been such a refuge for me the past few years. ❤️
Thank you Tasha