When we don’t let the perceived rules get in the way, meditation becomes the practice of learning to love ourselves.
What if Buddha had been a mom? What if Jesus had been a father? Would spiritual mastery look more like you and me?
When I was a small boy my dad left the family … he came back just often enough to rub salt in the wounds he had cut in our hearts.
Whom do you trust? Whose hand do you squeeze when you are scared? Are you ever even allowed to be scared?
What I learned from the monks at the Shaolin Temple – the art of balancing the qualities of warrior and monk in our lives.
So much of what we are taught about helping ourselves misses the truth that real self-help is learning to love ourselves.