So many … i did something miles beyond my comfort zone last week, and felt like I was met and held by angels at every step. It was quite an experience. As I let go of the intense experience of the week, I walked onto and off a ferry with an indigenous elder who shared immense wisdom from his life journey. He is now an elder at a local university, and expressed a curious disbelief that he is now treated as a celebrity, after a lifetime of fighting against so many injustices. It was an extraordinary gift to meet him and to walk with him that small leg of his journey. I had never stepped forward to assist a blind person before, as there has always seemed to be someone else there to offer what the person needed, if assistance seemed helpful or required. This time I did. The reward was immeasurable …
My lovely neighbour who I do not know that well, came over and brought a beautiful potted plant, in memory for my recently deceased cat. Some people really do make your day and add to the healing process.
My inner child who I allowed into my life a couple of years. He was the source of my pain and suffering for a long time. It was not until I recognized who he was, let him into my life and promised to be there for him and protect him, that a change within myself happened.
Жизней миллионов украинцев коснулась ВОЙНА! Это страшно! Очень страшно! Страшно, ложась спать, понимать, что “завтра” для тебя и для многих других может уже не быть. Для кого-то уже никогда не наступит весна. А кто-то никогда больше не увидит родное лицо, не почувствует прикосновение любимых рук…
Это моя боль. Боль моей страны, моего народа…
Помогите остановить это безумное кровопролитие!
Не будьте равнодушными!
Благодарна всем, кто поддерживает мою родную Украину!
Мы хотим мира!
Спасибо!
Deepl-Translation
War has touched the lives of millions of Ukrainians! This is terrible! Very scary! It’s scary when you go to sleep to realize that for you and for many others there may be no “tomorrow. For some people spring will never come. And someone will never see your own face again, never feel the touch of favorite hands…
This is my pain. The pain of my country, of my people…
Help me stop this mad bloodshed!
Do not be indifferent!
I am grateful to everyone who supports my native Ukraine!
We want peace!
Thank you!
Makes me think of the butterfly effect – which at least simplistically is based on the idea that very small changes far away will alter the whole system and all within, sometimes very significantly. Given we all live in the same ecosystem, we are all constantly impacting one another in unexpected ways. Suppose why I love to watch ripples reverberating through water which reminds me of our inexorable interconnectedness.
There is someone who is touching , knowing or unknowingly. And the other one is touched. But I always have the feeling I am touched because it shows something that is the same in him and in me. It might be the same joy , happiness or suffering. there is some kind of understanding without thinking. It is direct. Some touches can be felt for a long time.
A dear coworker, who sent a mail today and was kindly offering to speak about some themes together at the next occasion in order to support a project we both work for. It made me happy to receive this unexpected invitation to join together with this kindred soul for the sake of the better results concerning the question.at hand as well as for may be getting to know each other more.
Another unexpected touch to my soul has reached me recently from a dear one who replied to a request of mine in a loving kind way. It made me feel a bit shy but in the same time it initiated silent joy.
My dear “helpers” in my meditation group have touched my life deeply. They have literally helped me get out of a deep hole of desperation. The meditation method that is all of the world is truly amazing! I recommend it to everyone! Im so grateful!
My elderly, ailing neighbor, who is incredibly chatty (so much so that I can’t wander over there unless I have at least 30 minutes in which I don’t need to be anywhere else). My husband is out in the yard more than I am and often comes in saying, “Well, I talked with X. I mean, I listened to X.”
Her 3 daughters take turns visiting and doing things for her but I imagine she’s still lonely. They brought plants to put into her garden and ended up with extras. My husband came into the house recently saying, “I have plants from X.” She gave us heirloom tomatoes, peppers, a couple of squash. I don’t yet have my raised beds in but could put the tomatoes into pots, and I’m going to ask a friend who lives nearby if she can plant the squash.
When I’m eating caprese salad later this summer it will be thanks to her. I need to make a point of wandering over more often. (She isn’t vaccinated–too many conditions to get it done–so I’m a little reluctant to sit next to her; I’m vaxxed too but would hate to carry something to her.)
One of the delightful things about moving into this neighborhood 18 months ago was that people came over in the first couple of days to introduce themselves. We chat when we’re out in the street. I’m more connected than in any neighborhood I’ve ever lived in, and she’s a part of that.
Pretty much anyone that I have a chance to really connect with touches my life. It’s interesting to watch my projection of them fade and the their true self emerge as we peel away the layers.
This question has led me to reflect on my journey thus far. I can see clearly that the people who have come and gone, and those who have stayed, have all been gifts along the way. They each appeared at just the right time and graced my life with a unique purpose at various stages in my journey.. What a blessing, at 67 years, to be able to look back with gratitude for how each has touched my life. Grateful for this question…and for the unexpected blessing of this lovely community. ♥
A friend of a friend has now become my friend. We have discovered that we are “simpaticos”, very much alike in how we think and process things. It has been a delight and a comfort.
I did or do. And often unbeknownst to myself, I did or do with every thought, word and action. Maybe, if I develop the capacity of sustaining an equanimous mind/body/heart I will then to be open to being touched by everyone and everything, allowing for life, good/bad, happy/sad, to flow through me.
It seems that every time I seek to understand self or other, every meditation and contemplation and moment of mindfulness the outcome is unexpected… a mystery
And then there were the Facebook friends that I don’t know personally who shared their life experiences with grief and despair that helped me to re-align to my North Star.
Yesterday, my cat kept coming up to the couch to cuddle with me and sleep next to me. Even when I would squirm to change positions, he would move too so he could stay with me. He is truly a source of unconditional love!
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So many … i did something miles beyond my comfort zone last week, and felt like I was met and held by angels at every step. It was quite an experience. As I let go of the intense experience of the week, I walked onto and off a ferry with an indigenous elder who shared immense wisdom from his life journey. He is now an elder at a local university, and expressed a curious disbelief that he is now treated as a celebrity, after a lifetime of fighting against so many injustices. It was an extraordinary gift to meet him and to walk with him that small leg of his journey. I had never stepped forward to assist a blind person before, as there has always seemed to be someone else there to offer what the person needed, if assistance seemed helpful or required. This time I did. The reward was immeasurable …
My lovely neighbour who I do not know that well, came over and brought a beautiful potted plant, in memory for my recently deceased cat. Some people really do make your day and add to the healing process.
I am struggling with “unexpectedly.”..no one is coming to mind, but then it is 10:20 and I am ready for the night. I will sleep on it:)
My inner child who I allowed into my life a couple of years. He was the source of my pain and suffering for a long time. It was not until I recognized who he was, let him into my life and promised to be there for him and protect him, that a change within myself happened.
I like the idea that we can surprise ourselves, that the “who” doesn’t have to be an other.
Жизней миллионов украинцев коснулась ВОЙНА! Это страшно! Очень страшно! Страшно, ложась спать, понимать, что “завтра” для тебя и для многих других может уже не быть. Для кого-то уже никогда не наступит весна. А кто-то никогда больше не увидит родное лицо, не почувствует прикосновение любимых рук…
Это моя боль. Боль моей страны, моего народа…
Помогите остановить это безумное кровопролитие!
Не будьте равнодушными!
Благодарна всем, кто поддерживает мою родную Украину!
Мы хотим мира!
Спасибо!
Deepl-Translation
War has touched the lives of millions of Ukrainians! This is terrible! Very scary! It’s scary when you go to sleep to realize that for you and for many others there may be no “tomorrow. For some people spring will never come. And someone will never see your own face again, never feel the touch of favorite hands…
This is my pain. The pain of my country, of my people…
Help me stop this mad bloodshed!
Do not be indifferent!
I am grateful to everyone who supports my native Ukraine!
We want peace!
Thank you!
Thank you Ose for the translation:)
Makes me think of the butterfly effect – which at least simplistically is based on the idea that very small changes far away will alter the whole system and all within, sometimes very significantly. Given we all live in the same ecosystem, we are all constantly impacting one another in unexpected ways. Suppose why I love to watch ripples reverberating through water which reminds me of our inexorable interconnectedness.
There is someone who is touching , knowing or unknowingly. And the other one is touched. But I always have the feeling I am touched because it shows something that is the same in him and in me. It might be the same joy , happiness or suffering. there is some kind of understanding without thinking. It is direct. Some touches can be felt for a long time.
A dear coworker, who sent a mail today and was kindly offering to speak about some themes together at the next occasion in order to support a project we both work for. It made me happy to receive this unexpected invitation to join together with this kindred soul for the sake of the better results concerning the question.at hand as well as for may be getting to know each other more.
Another unexpected touch to my soul has reached me recently from a dear one who replied to a request of mine in a loving kind way. It made me feel a bit shy but in the same time it initiated silent joy.
My dear “helpers” in my meditation group have touched my life deeply. They have literally helped me get out of a deep hole of desperation. The meditation method that is all of the world is truly amazing! I recommend it to everyone! Im so grateful!
My elderly, ailing neighbor, who is incredibly chatty (so much so that I can’t wander over there unless I have at least 30 minutes in which I don’t need to be anywhere else). My husband is out in the yard more than I am and often comes in saying, “Well, I talked with X. I mean, I listened to X.”
Her 3 daughters take turns visiting and doing things for her but I imagine she’s still lonely. They brought plants to put into her garden and ended up with extras. My husband came into the house recently saying, “I have plants from X.” She gave us heirloom tomatoes, peppers, a couple of squash. I don’t yet have my raised beds in but could put the tomatoes into pots, and I’m going to ask a friend who lives nearby if she can plant the squash.
When I’m eating caprese salad later this summer it will be thanks to her. I need to make a point of wandering over more often. (She isn’t vaccinated–too many conditions to get it done–so I’m a little reluctant to sit next to her; I’m vaxxed too but would hate to carry something to her.)
One of the delightful things about moving into this neighborhood 18 months ago was that people came over in the first couple of days to introduce themselves. We chat when we’re out in the street. I’m more connected than in any neighborhood I’ve ever lived in, and she’s a part of that.
Pretty much anyone that I have a chance to really connect with touches my life. It’s interesting to watch my projection of them fade and the their true self emerge as we peel away the layers.
This question has led me to reflect on my journey thus far. I can see clearly that the people who have come and gone, and those who have stayed, have all been gifts along the way. They each appeared at just the right time and graced my life with a unique purpose at various stages in my journey.. What a blessing, at 67 years, to be able to look back with gratitude for how each has touched my life. Grateful for this question…and for the unexpected blessing of this lovely community. ♥
A friend of a friend has now become my friend. We have discovered that we are “simpaticos”, very much alike in how we think and process things. It has been a delight and a comfort.
I did or do. And often unbeknownst to myself, I did or do with every thought, word and action. Maybe, if I develop the capacity of sustaining an equanimous mind/body/heart I will then to be open to being touched by everyone and everything, allowing for life, good/bad, happy/sad, to flow through me.
It seems that every time I seek to understand self or other, every meditation and contemplation and moment of mindfulness the outcome is unexpected… a mystery
And then there were the Facebook friends that I don’t know personally who shared their life experiences with grief and despair that helped me to re-align to my North Star.
Yesterday, my cat kept coming up to the couch to cuddle with me and sleep next to me. Even when I would squirm to change positions, he would move too so he could stay with me. He is truly a source of unconditional love!