I shared the video of Will Smith a few days ago. It talks about seeking out people who fan our flames.
My week started off in the most phenomenal way. I did a float in an isolation chamber first thing on Sunday morning. It was incredible! I came out buzzing and feeling on top of the world.
On Sunday evening I shared a quote on Facebook. It was from some Toltec teachings that I’ve been reading, discussing how each of us is perfect.
Perfect because we are exactly the product of our experiences and our choices.
Perfect because we are here in the present.
Perfect because we are.
It was interesting and disheartening that a friend, who has meant a great deal to me in the past, took issue with what I said.
Not only did he point out why I was wrong, but he brought up something I’d said a few months ago about being psychologically damaged by my experiences with religion.
Why?
Why did he feel the need to impose his views on me?
Why point out my weaknesses and vulnerabilities?
It made me this of this selection from Hafiz, a 14th-century Sufi poet.
The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He
Knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.
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