Yesterday I made a pilgrimage to visit my belongings, for the time being mournfully trapped in plastic boxes in an attic. There is always a surprise in store on these occasions. This time I discovered I had an audio cassette tape player, which is good news indeed. While there I decided to drag down some box files containing old lecture notes. To my great delight there were also notes I'd made after conversations with one of the seniors at Shasta with whom I regularly took Refuge. Sounds like I must have been having an issue with trust and getting along with other people. A common theme in practice.
Trust Partakes of Acceptance
Trust (in somebody) is given expression to by being willing let go of what ever is going on.
In order to trust someone absolutely they would have to be perfect.
Compassion for Self and Other
When encountering people (their habits) 'get to you', think how difficult and painful it must be for that person to be the way they are. July 1995