Mostly, I just believe that I’m never going to stop learning what it is I believe.
Someone pinch me, please.
Lol obnoxious men on the street. The joke is on you because you are catcalling at my ass which basically protects my b-hole and at my breasts which are sacks of fat anyway.
Read our 1968 interview with Havens where he talks about finding unity and spiritual awakening in the West Coast.
After stumbling upon a letter my mother wrote to my father in the 80’s a few years ago, this story resonates so deeply with me.
Read this when you have a spare moment. And a box of Kleenex.
The way in which you are part of the web of life, of incarnation, is around the dimensions, you could call it, of compassion, suffering or dealing with suffering. That when you have a society that is built on the denial of other people’s suffering, for the myths of the society to be lived out, you have a very frightened society, and you have all the pathology that comes from fear.
I read this years ago and it completely changed my perception on my role as “caregiver” to wounded souls. It is the reason I can be at the bedside of dying friends and family without shying away or fighting the inevitability of them taking leave from their physical bodies. It is the reason that I can still get out of bed in the morning despite an ache in my core wishing for all beings to love one another and work together to create a peaceful planet.
I needed the reminder this week. Namaste, Ram Dass. Namaste.