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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 631226" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>For reasons I cannot understand, that is the lesson we are all here ~ especially, here on the site ~ trying so hard to accept. </p><p></p><p>We have no choice but to learn...something to do with the heart, something to do with seeing and defining and joy, the joy that there is in each moment.</p><p></p><p>I suppose that once we have lost enough, we will be right here, right here in the grubbiness of whatever the moment holds, joyfully.</p><p></p><p>Here is a story: Benedictine nuns. One of them is a photographer. In the place where this monastery is, the winters are long and impossibly hard and dark. </p><p></p><p>This is the picture:</p><p></p><p>A frozen branch; snow, heavy snow, in the background.</p><p></p><p>This is the caption:</p><p></p><p>"Ice and snow, praise the Lord!"</p><p></p><p>It was about acceptance, and joy in what is.</p><p></p><p>I never forgot seeing that.</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 631226, member: 17461"] For reasons I cannot understand, that is the lesson we are all here ~ especially, here on the site ~ trying so hard to accept. We have no choice but to learn...something to do with the heart, something to do with seeing and defining and joy, the joy that there is in each moment. I suppose that once we have lost enough, we will be right here, right here in the grubbiness of whatever the moment holds, joyfully. Here is a story: Benedictine nuns. One of them is a photographer. In the place where this monastery is, the winters are long and impossibly hard and dark. This is the picture: A frozen branch; snow, heavy snow, in the background. This is the caption: "Ice and snow, praise the Lord!" It was about acceptance, and joy in what is. I never forgot seeing that. Cedar [/QUOTE]
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