yesterday. Just looking. Bloodbath. Body parts. Loved Ones. in a Place that i'd thought to be a Safe Place, a Gentle Place, and they did too. I looked at the News on this machine thing, scrolling down, then stopping and i turned it all off. There was mention of the president of my country in the manifesto. I turned it off. Did not go there again, this morning. I can hear them praying. What to do? How to be? I took the seeds, planted some directly. Brought back soil to set some in the window. I don't know what else to do. There must be something else to do.
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“Traditionally, there are three levels of Buddhist refuge, outer, inner and innermost. On the outer level, we take refuge in the historical Buddha, a remarkably wise human being who pointed the way to inner freedom. We take refuge in the Dharma, the teachings of generosity, compassion and wisdom that bring freedom. And we take refuge in the Sangha, in the Buddhist community of awakened beings. This outer refuge connects us to a tradition and millions of followers of the Buddha’s path. Taking the inner refuge in the Buddha, we shift from the historical Buddha to a refuge that sees the Buddha Nature of all beings. We take refuge in the potential for awakening in everyone we meet. The inner refuge in Dharma shifts from the outer teachings to inner truth, to seeing the way things are. We entrust ourself to follow the truth and live in accord with it. The inner refuge in sangha shifts from the Buddhist community to all beings dedicated to awakening. We take refuge in this stream.”
https://jackkornfield.com/finding-refuge-part-two/)LikeLike
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“What to do…how to be” will be different for each of us and will also be the same, as we hold to those beliefs that make us a community. For me, acknowledging sadness, accepting at times, an overwhelming feeling of helplessness, letting a spark of anger flare, however brief because it makes me feel as if I am doing something but also breathing it out because it serves no purpose in the long term…what is constructive, is to quietly go about my days, no grand gestures, believing in the values that I hold, speaking the words that I send out each morning upon rising, my daily blessings for this fragile planet and all who abide in it AND when the time comes, action in the form of VOTING…
Two very good blog posts sharing these thoughts:
From Cate:
https://www.beyondthefieldsweknow.org/2019/03/shining-light.html
Cate says, “We carry on. No matter how dark and brutal things get, we light our candles and butter lamps and lanterns and carry on. We shine our little beacons into the dark corners where evil festers, and we call the beast by its true name. We summon it into the light of day where it is revealed in all its ugliness.
We carry on. We dare to imagine a world in which such unspeakable things do not happen. We work to make it so by our thoughts and words and deeds.
We carry on. We do not give up, ever.”
From Susan:
http://susanjtweit.com/blog/when-grief-inspires-gratitude
Susan’s words: “How do we deal with the grief and anger, the feelings of hopelessness and helplessness? How do we find the strength and courage to continue to walk forward, to contribute to our communities and to this planet in positive ways?
There is no one “right” answer to my questions. The answers will be different for each of us, because we are–thank heavens–diverse people with diverse needs, perspectives, and talents. The world needs that diversity; the global crises that we are dealing cannot be resolved with one single solution, one absolute truth. It will take all of us, each working in our own ways, to bring this earth and humanity back to health.”LikeLike
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Chop wood, carry water, make soup. Sometimes that is all that we can “do”.
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