This morning I was knocked ass-over-teakettle, by a giant wave of gratitude for all the marvels of this highly imperfect life.
I rode down to Dorje Ling to bring Kenny a newly knitted pair of fingerless mitts – marked by holes and bumpy stitches, highly imperfect, Dorje Ling style. He was glad to see me and I to see him. But he was, he is – KennyLa, the Babbling Buddha.
Dorje Ling was beyond glory with the sun breaking low above the snowy mountains, there are no words. And again I was so grateful, for all the challenges and gifts of Kenny and of this wild fantasy that i stepped into and made real. And I knew then, that I would not be going back to Dorje Ling. I accept, I release.
Can it be possible that appreciation makes it easier to let go?
Thank you, thank you and goodbye.
yes, knowing that you were interwoven with that place for a time makes it easier to move on because you can return to it when and if you need to in your imagination. i’m feeling such gratitude for this rich life i have, such awe that we are conscious beings on this blue jewel floating in space. every moment and every place on this earth is sacred…
hugs, Carmen.
Elena.