Something remarkable happens when we go on sitting through all the but’s,
through all the thoughts, sensations, and emotions that we would so
like to oust. Gradually they begin to feel less alien, less like
obstacles in the way, rocks in the path. Our deepening awareness becomes
a kind of dew, falling on everything equally, allowing everything to
sparkle.
—Noelle Oxenhandler, “Ah, But the Breezes…”
—Noelle Oxenhandler, “Ah, But the Breezes…”
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