Feb 02, 2009
This evening after-dinner activity was a movie. We watched The First Australians – Episode Three. The theme of slavery came up. I felt familiar emotions arise; anger, frustration, sadness. And once those settled a bit, I found myself asking whether I am a slave or even a slave master.
I believe every event and experience has some purpose; some lesson to imbibe for self-development and self-understanding. As I listened to and watched the aboriginal leaders’ determined efforts for self-management, equality, and freedom, I acknowledged the same aspirations for myself. For I am a slave; a slave to my desires and conditionings. And to free myself I will also have to struggle and endure and do whatever I can within my skillfulness to transcend this state. And I am open to the fact that I may be treating others, people or objects as slaves, as tools, as something less than a manifestation of pure consciousness. And I must become aware of that and change my ways and be sincere in my intention to be free from slavery – from both sides.
I saw a pink frog siting sideways on the wall above the showers in the bathroom. Gravity has made a compromise with him it seems.
A valley opened up tonight, and the sky came in. One bright star in the distant showed me I was not blind. The sand beneath my feet was soft and white and cool. I pretended I was a warrior and invited deep thoughts to flow within.
{A friend commented I seem to care a lot (too much?) about what other people think of me. I have not heard this for awhile, but think is true. }
I am glad to be back here and grateful for all.