For when I forget….

Words by: Pema Chödrön, When Things Fall Apart, p. 30

Images by Jeanne Cameron

the way to dissolve our resistance to life
is to meet it face to face


when we feel resentment because the room is too hot
we could meet the heat and feel its fieriness and its heaviness


when we feel resentment because the room is too cold
we could meet the cold and feel its iciness and bite

when we want to complain about the rain
we could feel its wetness instead

when we worry because the wind is shaking our windows
we could meet the wind and hear its sound

cutting our expectations for a cure
is a gift we can give ourselves

there is no cure for hot

and cold

they will go on forever

after we have died
the ebb and flow will still continue

like the tides of the sea

like day

and night

– this is the nature of things.

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