Sunday, January 23, 2011

Blur.
When I opened this up on the computer screen Lizzie says "Wow, Mom that's a bad picture." "It's not a bad picture", I tell her. "I made it look that way." And, for today, its my new favorite. Maybe because it reminds me so much of my life, which is always such a blur.

When you rest in quietness and your image of yourself fades, and your image of the world fades, and your ideas of others fade, what's left? A brightness, a radiant emptiness that is simply what you are.


Trying to letting go of perfect.

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