Yesterday, in honor of Native American Heritage Day, I watched the 1970 film “Little Big Man” which I recommend.
Earlier, I walked and sat by the bay with a friend. We talked about the practice of Tonglen, a practice of “taking and sending”. In Tonglen, we visualize taking in the pain of others with our in-breath, and sending out whatever will benefit them with the out-breath. In that, we begin to feel love for ourselves and others.
On Tuesday evening we were the “victims” of a costly scam. No, we weren’t victims. Yes, we lost some money but we three agreed it was clever, and a learning experience, and we’re glad and grateful we don’t have to make a living by lying. We toasted the five men for giving us the gift of knowing even more clearly we don’t need to live like that. They gave us a gratitude tonic.
I feel compassion for those who think they gain something by cheating others. I feel grateful for what I learned, the joy in knowing I can’t be taken advantage of because all is one and shared. I’m complete in myself, and that can’t be taken from me. That awareness brought expansiveness in all areas to me, and I felt relief over conflicts I’d been agonizing over. It was gone, a positive and powerful affirmation of the value in release and trust in knowing it’s about how we meet what comes. Don’t hold on. Flow with the tides and streams. Be one with the sky.
Today I learned of a friend’s horrific family tragedy. Her husband was driving home with a pecan pie for Thanksgiving on Highway 99 when his car was hit by a car crossing a double yellow line. That person is essentially unhurt but my friend’s husband is in critical condition with severe brain damage.
Where does one put it?
How does one breathe into and expand around that?
Today in a Sensory Awareness workshop, we experimented with the power in a gesture. We held the right hand up at shoulder level, palm out, with fingers upright and joined, like some statues of the Buddha, showing a Mudra representing “Fear not!”