“On the journey of the warrior, the path goes down, not up, as if the mountain pointed toward the earth instead of the sky. Instead of transcending the suffering of all creatures, we move toward turbulence and doubt however we can.
We explore the reality and unpredictability of insecurity and pain, and we try not to push it away. If it takes years, if it takes lifetimes, we let it be as it is. At our own pace, without speed or aggression, we move down and down and down. With us move millions of others, our companions in awakening from fear. At the bottom we discover water, the healing water of bodhichitta.
Bodhichitta is our heart—our wounded, softened heart. Right down there in the thick of things, we discover the love that will not die.”
These words from Pema Chodron truly moved me today. It has not been an extraordinary day. I have often found myself “right down there in the thick of things” closing myself off to the pain, fighting the peace of acceptance.
I chose renewal; I chose a love that will not die; I chose the path of turbulence and doubt to found the love that will not die.