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 wonder if by constantly looking outward and finding things to fix we’ve become a society that doesn’t know how to look inside and love what we find.
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.
The path — whether it be in the Himalayas, the yellow brick road or Broadway and 74th — is the destination itself. And that’s real-life spirituality for ya!