As you might imagine, that means so much to me. Thank you, Debbie, for taking the time to read and respond to me with kindness. May your head and heart be well.
I'm sorry to hear of this intensity in your now and in your past Sunni. The mud of the lotus. Wishing you much continued strength, grace and tenacity as you and your brother do what you need to do and be.
It's a huge blessing to receive this wisdom, though it was at a great cost. Thank you for sharing your transmutation process with us. The strength you display to fight for truth in the name of love is so potent and seen by so many with crazy mothers. Your healing is making waves in us 💜
Mida (I know your nickname :) - thank you for your clear eyes. I think you're 20 years younger than me and you reflect deep wisdom of your own. And I appreciate you seeing that my brother and I are aiming to simply tell the truth. You would not believe (or maybe you would) how difficult it is to speak that truth in the face of this kind of obstacle. No one wants to hear it, believe it, or face it. And yet, my sister is dead. It took her dying to get the family to pay attention. This, of many things, has been quite painful. That pain is alleviated by your words. I do hope healing ripples through...that would make so much difference to my broken heart. P.S. If you have a crazy mother, take extra good care of your heart, mind, and soul.
Thank you from the depths of my soul for this post. Thank you for what you are doing to courage through this - setting essential boundaries and owning one’s trauma - transforming it. May I have the courage to walk in deeper myself to expand my sometimes limited ability for compassion. Love is all there is in the end❤️
Writing is the best I can do to communicate during this time…socializing is out of the question and basic chatter makes me weary. I’m grateful that you read my words. It matters to me.
I know you have the courage to walk through anything that needs your soul's attention. We can do it together, my beloved Pattikins.
I am ever inspired by your courage. You call things by their proper names. You take appropriate and brave action. You continue to build the good in the world. You are a miracle of being raw, real and spiritually charged for justice all bundled in your tiny body. Luvs
All bundled in my tiny body! My stepfather used to call me 'Dynamite' and 'Pistol' - referring to all that densely-packed power, I guess. You're the same way! Thank you always for reading my sporadic posts...writing is helping me get through (along with regular contact from Compassionate Helping Spirits and friends like you). Talking, on the other hand, is less available to me. I suppose this experience serves my inner writer, huh? Recipe for writing: Depression. But don't worry...I believe it will pass. Love you all the time.
Beth, thank you for reading it and for reading it in doubly in sangha. Our practice has been a refuge before and it has expanded its nourishment now. I am so grateful for it, and for people like you who can see the fierce grace shining through the sorrow. In gassho to you, Luminous Cloud.
As you might imagine, that means so much to me. Thank you, Debbie, for taking the time to read and respond to me with kindness. May your head and heart be well.
I'm sorry to hear of this intensity in your now and in your past Sunni. The mud of the lotus. Wishing you much continued strength, grace and tenacity as you and your brother do what you need to do and be.
Mud of the lotus, indeed. I get by with a little help from my friends. Thank you so much.
It's a huge blessing to receive this wisdom, though it was at a great cost. Thank you for sharing your transmutation process with us. The strength you display to fight for truth in the name of love is so potent and seen by so many with crazy mothers. Your healing is making waves in us 💜
Mida (I know your nickname :) - thank you for your clear eyes. I think you're 20 years younger than me and you reflect deep wisdom of your own. And I appreciate you seeing that my brother and I are aiming to simply tell the truth. You would not believe (or maybe you would) how difficult it is to speak that truth in the face of this kind of obstacle. No one wants to hear it, believe it, or face it. And yet, my sister is dead. It took her dying to get the family to pay attention. This, of many things, has been quite painful. That pain is alleviated by your words. I do hope healing ripples through...that would make so much difference to my broken heart. P.S. If you have a crazy mother, take extra good care of your heart, mind, and soul.
Thank you from the depths of my soul for this post. Thank you for what you are doing to courage through this - setting essential boundaries and owning one’s trauma - transforming it. May I have the courage to walk in deeper myself to expand my sometimes limited ability for compassion. Love is all there is in the end❤️
Writing is the best I can do to communicate during this time…socializing is out of the question and basic chatter makes me weary. I’m grateful that you read my words. It matters to me.
I know you have the courage to walk through anything that needs your soul's attention. We can do it together, my beloved Pattikins.
I am ever inspired by your courage. You call things by their proper names. You take appropriate and brave action. You continue to build the good in the world. You are a miracle of being raw, real and spiritually charged for justice all bundled in your tiny body. Luvs
All bundled in my tiny body! My stepfather used to call me 'Dynamite' and 'Pistol' - referring to all that densely-packed power, I guess. You're the same way! Thank you always for reading my sporadic posts...writing is helping me get through (along with regular contact from Compassionate Helping Spirits and friends like you). Talking, on the other hand, is less available to me. I suppose this experience serves my inner writer, huh? Recipe for writing: Depression. But don't worry...I believe it will pass. Love you all the time.
It will pass. You’re doing a better job of living through this than maybe you know or feel. Love you tons.
Wow. I’ll be reading this at sangha. Fierce grace, my friend.
Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.
Be kind…always
Much metta,
Beth Shoun (lLuminous Cloud)
Beth, thank you for reading it and for reading it in doubly in sangha. Our practice has been a refuge before and it has expanded its nourishment now. I am so grateful for it, and for people like you who can see the fierce grace shining through the sorrow. In gassho to you, Luminous Cloud.