There is so much that has bubbled around in my thoughts this past week - so many directions I could go in sharing insight, thoughts, emotions over what this past week has thrown up in front of us.
But this calmed my turbulent thoughts. This helped gather things together for me and so I'm just going to share it as I found it with the hope you will feel a calm settle in where you need it most too.
Happy Aloha Friday xoxo Welmoet
Thank you to Sandra Hoapili McGuinness from Makawao, Hawaii
From 365 Tao Daily Meditations,Todayʻs Tao Meditation: Repetition
So apropos to my kuleana for this week....
My prayer beads are strung on my life span.
I am not allowed to skip a single bead:
Sometimes the bead is a seed. Or a bone.
Or jade. Or dry blood. Or semen. Or crystal.
Or rotted wood. Or a sageʻs relic. Or gold.
Or glass. Or a prism. Or iron. Or clay. Or an eye.
Or an egg. Or a peach. Or a bullet. Or a bubble.
Or lead. Or pure light.
No matter what the next bead is, I must count it.
Perform my daily austerities.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Until repetition becomes endurance.
People seldom understand the power of repetition. What is repeated over and over again can become enduring; what is done in a moment is seldom lasting. If farmers do not tend to their fields every day, they cannot expect a harvest. The same is true of spiritual practice. It is not the grand declaration or the colorful initiation that means anything. It is the ongoing, daily living of a spiritual life that has meaning. Our progress may range from dull to spectacular, but we must accept both. Each and every day should be linked together, strung into a long line of prayer beads.
In life, you donʻt know how many beads youʻve counted already, and you donʻt know how many are yet to come. All that matters is fingering the one that comes to you now and taking the spiritual significance of that moment to heart.