This is for those of us for whom Mother’s Day is bitter and sweet: the knowing that we’re not alone as we share Mother’s Day from afar.
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The choice isn’t between progress and compassion, but simply between caring and not caring.
Ultimately the meaning of our spirituality is realized through the practice of finding meaning in every-day living.
As we practice letting go and being okay – breathing, accepting, allowing – we find peace waiting gently, curled up at our feet, where it’s been all along.
I want you to remember that you matter, that there is no honor in working yourself to death or sacrificing this life you’ve been granted for any dream.
What I found at the Shaolin Temple was that I couldn’t find peace; I had to learn instead to be at peace with what I found in me… both the warrior and monk.
We don’t overcome loneliness, we learn to embrace it. In the arms of self-love, loneliness slowly loosens its grip, and we realize that we're not alone.
What if we actually lived, instead of pretending to live until realizing as we die that we’ve been so afraid of change that we haven’t really lived at all?
We don't set out to be assholes. We start out hoping to do something great, to leave our mark on the world … in an effort to be loved. And then we get lost.
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