My teacher saw in me what I could not see in myself. Maybe it’s just me, but I wonder for how many people does this ring true? Why? Why did someone see something in me, and why couldn’t I have that vision myself? Is it something in our culture? Something with upbringing? Some factor… gender, …
The repetition of experience re-minds us that “I”, more often than not, forget. We won’t remember unless we participate in some regular repetitive form of remembering, what is often referred to as a discipline, a practice, or a ritual. Daniel Budd -from The Daily Stillness. (2 min read) I know this is the second post inspired …