A seeker wrote me a poem a few days ago. These two lines stand out to me :
life is hard
the burden upon one’s back
Think about this for a moment:
We wear life like a turtle shell to protect ourselves while exploring life; interesting combo isn’t it?
People make life a burden in part to protect themselves.
It’s an effective tactic, but imagine the freedom attained when releasing that hardened shell of expectations, past regrets and other accumulated “sins” we imagine exist
I can take this many directions but for today just adding it to the mix to help others ponder.