We are just vessels. Life flows into us and through us. Life is the gift. All of it.
In times of discomfort, we don't appreciate the gift. Its like the river bank not appreciating the stream. It can flow over the bank, it can dry up.
The mind rises up from the river where the flow is blocked. That is what a thought is, a trauma, a perturbation. It separates this from that. It projects the future, it experiences the past. When it sinks back down into the flow, the body of the river, it makes the connection. But until it sinks back down into the body, it is a dead end.
In some ways, you can avoid this if you experience the river though your body, your heart, your tanden. Any place other than the flicker of your mind.
And now for something completely different: White people are decedents of Cain. We are products of the original archetypical murder. There was an archetypical garden of Eden. Likely someplace in Africa. There was a disagreement, likely a murder and a banishment. In the land of Nod.
This came to mind when I was reading Malidoma Patrice Some. He talked about his village elders reluctance to engage the white colonizers and belief that they harbored some distant ancestral trauma to do what they were doing. Have a good day.
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