My latest "Truth"

We are driven by our needs and beliefs.
It is useful to know what they are.

My true religion, my simple faith is in love and compassion. There is no need for complicated philosophy, doctrine, or dogma. Our own heart, our own mind, is the temple. The doctrine is compassion. Love for others and respect for their rights and dignity, no matter who or what they are - these are ultimately all we need.

~Dalai Lama

‎"The first and foremost thing is to be loving towards yourself. Don’t be hard; be soft. Care about yourself. Learn how to forgive yourself — again and again and again — seven times, seventy-seven times, seven hundred seventy-seven times. Learn how to forgive yourself. Don’t be hard; don’t be antagonistic towards yourself. Then you will flower." -Osho

Emotion is the chief source of becoming conscious. There can be no transforming of darkness into light and of apathy into movement without emotion.

Carl Jung

Love Can’t be Measured

It is all love.
If that is true
love can’t be measured

It is all love.
That gives me no basis
for insecurity

All that is left
is curiosity and wonder and
love

Space—the Elusive Frontier

How many of you out there only slow down when you get sick? I know that is true for me. (Though I am still surprised when what I consider really busy people tell me they can't believe how busy I am.) I said I was bored once last year and I shocked myself. I don't think I've said that since I was in my 20's. We are talking decades.

Low and behold, I got sick for a week at the end of March. I read two books, watched 5 movies, and still had plenty of pondering time. I hadn’t written anything for this blog in over two months. My “Musings” blog consists of thoughts I quickly right down when inspired. I need space to be inspired, and I hadn’t been giving myself that space.

After sitting around for a week, I came up with about 5 topics, many of which I have already posted.

The experience reminded me of the power of giving ourselves time—time to ponder, to rest, to grief, to play. When I give myself that time, I am continually surprised by the benefits I reap.

When is enough, enough?

My friend hit it on the head. “It is not about being ‘special’; it is about worth.”

How many of us desire to be special, whether it is through a partner, our friends, our job, our art, our possessions, or something else? When we want to be recognized as special, we are actually asking to be seen as worthy.

How many of us need ongoing reassurance of our worth? All the evidence we accumulated in the past is either not acknowledged, not seen as “true”, or forgotten…by us.

When is enough evidence enough?

It is enough when the “evidence” comes from our own self, rather than from others. How does that happen? I wish I had an easy answer. I know by pondering the questions, we create openings for our own answers. Answers that *will* be enough for us.