The Teacher says do not worry about what others think. They just think differently. And this difference lends a diversity to life that will peal our heart and make us wish to be among humans living time and again.
We will wish to work within the limitations, knowing that the things we have learned are tied to the heart and not to the outward conformations. That what we have learned has been written into the fabric of who we are, that no matter who we are, we will not forget ever.
For a time things are lost but they are found time and again. And at some time peace is made with who and what we are. What we’ve learned we’ve worn like a second skin.
The application of a philosophy is hard work. And the hard work must begin with the stripping of who we are and what we do. When we send crossed signals and the emotional response is too extreme, we are not getting our story across.
When our mouths are saying one thing and our actions another, the disparity will be seen especially by our children. When the dichotomy is healed within because the philosophy has been worked on, the memories will help us survive during our last times to make life of better quality.
Medications keep our hearts going but not in the manner where the operation of the brain would be intact. Our brains need our footwork.
A good place to start is with the word ‘why?’. Always a good place. Open a book and start running.
In These Sweet Hours. . .
In these sweet hours of the morning,
I sit in my chair, borrowed
from another room, where old bones
had not yet broken it in;
missing the familiar one,
much loved but grown musty.
Like me, I think old and
with thoughts well worn but
suitable for the mind
They’ve stood the test of years
that proved their mettle.
They’ve worn their courage
to the extreme and now will go
into the pages and take their place
as reference to a time long gone
but stable. They worked.
But when hand crafted was
a work of pride, so was the work
of the mind. . . .
stored now like vintage wine.. . .