Bare bones -- returning to Self
In my slow digestion of Pema Chodron's "When Things Fall Apart", I find myself coming across her wisdom in moments that I really need to receive it, though sometimes met with apprehension, it's an invitation to go deeper, even if my inner self is, sometimes, in denial about what it may find. I have been contemplating this one passage, this one chapter really, that she speaks about Hopelessness... "For those who want something to hold on to, life is even more inconvenient. From this point of view, theism is an addiction. We are addicted to hope -- hope that the doubt and mystery will go away. ... As long as we are addicted to hope, we feel that we can tone our experience down or liven it up or change it somehow, and we continue to suffer a lot." Upon reading this passage it immediately triggered me. Denial, sure, anger, indeed, but a sadness of truth that I hadn't expected. Addicted to hope? Really? When something is wrong, when we're in