|to continue the burlesque show of GITP (legs! legs! legs!), here are my legs walking themselves to church|
love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you.
this seems so hard to do.
i think, though, that it is one of those challenging postures that, once you achieve it, if only for a moment, you'll realize is the easiest thing in the world.
that continuously practicing and falling will take you to a point, finally, where, without effort, you are suddenly filled with love, hate falls away, and, i imagine, you are filled with the most expansively beautiful liberation a person could ever experience.
what is the practice that gets us to this place?
i want to hear your methods and inspirations, and would love some more sunday school in my life from diverse persons and readers.
|the tulips, who lead such wildly brilliant and brief lives, are up|
i'm committing to a week full of vegetables.
what's on your menu this week?
|le petit déjeuner, chez moi|
inspiration: sermon on the mount
looking forward: to monday's guest blogger