Whoa

Be a bodhisattva to all of yourself

It’s kind of funny that as you get better at noticing things, one of the harder things to notice is the difference between what you notice and what others notice. once you’ve noticed something it tends to feel “obvious” and it’s natural to assume everyone else notices it too

So many decisions boil down to a simple choice between integrity and inferiority

Here was Aunt Rosa, the mother notes of one photograph, a fussy, angular, wild-eyed old lady, who had lived in a tremulous world of bad news, bankruptcies, train accidents, and cancerous growths until the Germans put her to death, together with all the people she had worried about.

for a long time i thought integrating undigested past experiences and emotions meant unearthing memories, understanding their origins conceptually, gaining clarity and insight on their meaning. turns out no, literally just let the emotional or rather somatic energy move through

the only times i truly suffer are when story comes in: a mental narrative about what happened, about myself or others, happy memories of the past, vague fears of the future. that’s easy to get stuck in, and it never fails to catch me unaware.

but sensation fades. stories linger. only one of them is real.

Yeah I'm into BDSM (buddha dharma sangha meditation)