For four years, I’d been saying the equivalent of “your integrity is golden”, and I didn’t even believe it about myself. Now, as I move toward other settings of teaching and learning and relationship, my words have power. My integrity is golden.
For Whom was that Bird Singing?
“A thrush had alighted on a bough not five meters away… then began to pour out a torrent of song… Winston watched it with a sort of vague reverence. For whom, for what, was that bird singing? No mate, no rival was watching it. What made it sit at the edge of the lonely wood […]
We will not leave earth to enter heaven, but will bring heaven here to earth. We won’t see the most enlightened among us shedding their mortal form and turning into beings of pure energy.