All's Well That Ends Well . . .
The earth on this Sun-day continues on The Way of its continual re-creation . . .
Solistaligia is a human made, capitalist driven, real disease arising from the ecosystem in distress. While so far diagnosed as a human form of negative mental health, no doubt all sentient beings are suffering. It is the epitome of Buddha's first noble truth – that the true problem, the true suffering we all face, is that we actually perpetuate the arising of problems ourselves. If we don't stop creating more problems for ourselves, they will never stop coming.
Grief is a cruel kind of education. You learn how ungentle mourning can be, how full of anger. You learn how glib condolences can feel. You learn how much grief is about language, the failure of language and the grasping for language...This is an affliction not merely of the spirit but of the body, of aches and lagging strength...tense and tight with foreboding, the ever-present certainty that somebody else will die, that more will be lost. – Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
When we are grieving
we are not only being sad –
we are also experiencing
a sense of wonderment,
perhaps not unlike our ancestors'
spirits gathering to remind us
there is something holy at the
center of our heartbreak.
– after Mirabai Starr
“I almost never go to the beach. It makes me cry.” – Christina Castillo, Costa Rica
Assuring people there’s hope, including myself, is not all that useful. In Buddhism, there is no word for hope. It would be viewed as a distraction from what’s at hand. It takes you out of the present moment and into conjecture. I think all we can really affirm is where we want to put our attention. I have a choice: do I want to give up and surrender to the great unraveling, or do I want to join those who are working for a liveable future? Since the outcome is uncertain, we have to enjoy doing something exhilarating and useful without knowing for sure if it’s going to work out. – Joanna Macy
Today is traditionally held to be the birthday of William Shakespeare, who was baptized on April 26, 1564, in Stratford-upon-Avon, Warwickshire, England.
And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything. – As You Like It, Act 2 Scene 1
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, / Which we ascribe to heaven. — All's Well That Ends Well, Act 1 Scene 1