I love dreamers and doers and thinkers. And yesterday morning at the farmers' market, I decided that I REALLY love hippies. I turned to hubby and wondered out loud if one of the sweet-faced, curly-headed, smoothie-drinking, greens-selling hippie twenty-somethings would mind if I pinched his cherub cheeks and gave his rosy red lips a sisterly kiss! Ah, but I digress..... I also love those who defend freedom, their own...to live the life they choose...and for others...those who suffer but have no voice. I love those who stand up for what they believe, especially when it is unpopular, but who are able to do it with grace and respect for others. All in all, I love us humans, in our fragility and in our beauty, in our littleness and our greatness...we are like fuzzy, busy little creatures, so consumed sometimes with our stories and our doing, we forget that we are here to BE. Coochiecocchiecoo, brothers and sisters of The One Mother........Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat Nam! Siri Amrita
I am a field of awareness. Any thing beyond that is identification with form...