I love the critical voices in my head, simply adore them. They strengthen my meditation practice and calm my self doubt. When I hear these voices, spoken or unspoken ( if only people know how much their postures, and body language give away even when their mouth is passing out saccharine sweet congratulations), I am more centred on what my purpose is: to keep my focus and merely observe this detritus of emotions.
Right now I am humbled by the joy of friends: the thrill with which Traci opened the box, the sunshine that spills from Eda's smile, Jaleh's hug, my students' excitement. These unadulterated thoughts shared by these people in my life simply shimmer with their goodness.
I felt a surrealistic calm today, as if watching myself from the outside. Who were these people who cared so much and why?
To echo Julie Andrews' famous lines: "Somewhere in my youth or childhood, I must have done something good"
And I agree 100%: anyone can publish a book, but they gotta write it first.
Ahhhh, this was one well lived day!
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