Friday, February 18, 2011

My dad had a mini stroke yesterday.  He has had them in the past.  He didn't call anyone, but spent the day alone in the hospital.  He didn't want to "alarm anybody".  It was interesting talking to him.  When I told him that it matters to me what happens to him, he paused a long time and said, "I guess I don't have alot of self esteem, I never think it matters that much".  I understood.  Valuing ourself, our authentic self, is essential to championing life and experiencing the rich tapestry of existing as an individuated expression of that life.  He reminded me of how important it is to "matter".  Not to "someone else", but to ourselves.  When we deeply matter to ourselves we are willing to act compassionately at the source.  This is the only way to approach others with spaciousness and compassion.  We matter in ways we cannot begin to imagine.  

3 comments:

ProfoundAlchemy said...

gonna go get that old dude and make him swim about a mile out to sea with me..

and float on our backs from there to the land of milk and honey to the north of us beyond the land of ice and snow..

ah

"To seek the sacred river Alph
To walk the caves of ice
To break my fast on honey dew
And drink the milk of Paradise....

I had heard the whispered tales
Of immortality
The deepest mystery
From an ancient book. I took a clue
I scaled the frozen mountain tops
Of eastern lands unknown
Time and Man alone
Searching for the lost ---- Xanadu

Xanadu ---- To stand within The Pleasure Dome
Decreed by Kubla Khan
To taste anew the fruits of life
The last immortal man
To find the sacred river Alph
To walk the caves of ice
Oh, I will dine on honey dew
And drink the milk of Paradise

A thousand years have come and gone
But time has passed me by
Stars stopped in the sky
Frozen in an everlasting view
Waiting for the world to end
Weary of the night
Praying for the light
Prison of the lost ---- Xanadu

Xanadu ---- Held within The Pleasure Dome
Decreed by Kubla Khan
To taste my bitter triumph
As a mad immortal man
Nevermore shall I return
Escape these caves of ice
For I have dined on honey dew
And drunk the milk of Paradise---

woops..

got carried away there..

love

Wind said...

I love him.

ProfoundAlchemy said...

3 years ago..

the God ole days