The Fire is Love
...someone else said, "Oh my God, I literally might not need therapy ever again if I just do this everyday!!" We are fire, friends, and all the fire is love.
...someone else said, "Oh my God, I literally might not need therapy ever again if I just do this everyday!!" We are fire, friends, and all the fire is love.
The flowering trees are in blossom in places where they have been planted. I'm eagerly awaiting the blossom of the little lilac beside my temple door. In this spirit of spring blossom I have several new events to share with you.
I've long known that anger is a response to wounding, an energy that arises in response to hurt. The thing somehow struck me anew seems like it must be commonly known and yet it feels so surprising to me right now: the goal of anger is safety.
"That is the fundamental nature of gifts: they move, and their value increases with their passage. The fields made a gift of berries to us and we made a gift of them to our father. The more something is shared, the greater its value becomes." This passage came to life for me this week.
Suddenly, in the corner of my eye I caught a hummingbird sitting perfectly still on the nectar feeder just 3 feet to my left. I wondered a moment and then realized that they, too, were watching the dawn.