Bring it on!!! After the begging children and hounding taxi driver's, I was asking if that is the best the universe can do. What, no damaged animals, buses running me over, or what ever else flavors the day? Something has shifted. I feel like dancing in the street. While walking to the gym this morning, I realized that the struggles are only against my own thought process. I can feel that singular thread that now exists inside. There isn't anything else. I have been here before, but more as a punctuation than a sentence or a paragraph. If I am only fighting against myself, than I am excited to get rolling on burning off the karmic debt to freedom. I was challenging India to "Bring it" as I walked home. Can I stay in this place of equanimity? Time will tell, but in the mean time--I see the peephole to freedom.
An electronic diary sharing my spiritual path through observations/experiences, photos, videos, articles and more. It started with intensity at the end of January 2011 when I decided to go to South Africa and see the truth of animals living in the wild. Unsatisfied with the answers, I went to India looking for the truth of humans in an ancient civilization. Packing up my life as a dressage trainer in Southern California, I moved to Jaipur, India to follow a spiritual inquiry.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Bring It On!!!
Bring it on!!! After the begging children and hounding taxi driver's, I was asking if that is the best the universe can do. What, no damaged animals, buses running me over, or what ever else flavors the day? Something has shifted. I feel like dancing in the street. While walking to the gym this morning, I realized that the struggles are only against my own thought process. I can feel that singular thread that now exists inside. There isn't anything else. I have been here before, but more as a punctuation than a sentence or a paragraph. If I am only fighting against myself, than I am excited to get rolling on burning off the karmic debt to freedom. I was challenging India to "Bring it" as I walked home. Can I stay in this place of equanimity? Time will tell, but in the mean time--I see the peephole to freedom.
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