I recently read a short, but very inspirational, story about accepting our flaws.. Here it goes.. Maybe its worth thinking about sometimes, not being so judging and goin so hard on ourselves ... So what are my "cracks" ? Maybe being a sleepyhead after 10 pm but always an earlybird at 7am with a dozen brilliant ideas( don´t think my boyfriend apreciates that particular flaw of mine, especially not on weekends! but hey,I get up to make him breakfast!), or perhaps being really stubborn with my little stupidities.. ( Illustated with a photo: it was a very hot day on Greek island Naxos and I insisted on that it was the ideal day for trekking! Well, unfortunately, there were no such a thing as trekking paths on Naxos, nor did the paths marked on the map have anything to do with reality and they were actually misleading, ending with a dead end ..Conclusion; a very long walk in burning sun and uphills, a lot of bruises but hey, the view was amazing and so was the Greek dinner!)
Anyway, I think being perfect would have made me really boring! Our flaws make us unique, more colourful and define us!
So, here goes the story:
A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on
each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a
full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the
master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only
one and a half pots full of water in his master's house. Of course, the
perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own
imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of
what it was made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to
the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."
Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?"
"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you
to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."
Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage
of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day
while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."
from : http://www.jokeawhenever.com/inspirational/29-a-water-bearer-in-india.html
Gracias por existir...
I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see
( Chasing cars by Snow Patrol)
Why do we always fear the winds of change? Maybe its in human nature to have security and tranquility. But we cant do anything to stop them coming, for good or bad... Maybe we can change our response to them. Whatever illness or tradgedy might come our way we can always look at it as an opurtunity to improve and grow. And when we have a look again maybe the situation doesnt look that frightening..
There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.
Thinking about a mail I received the other day...How can we love someone and still not feel attached to them? How can we grow a love thats not posessing or egoistic? And how can we feel love for all living beings, even persons who commit the most horrible deeds?
This is a lovepoem by Rumi
I am so small I can barely be seen.
How can this great love be inside me?
Look at your eyes, they are small but they see enormous things...
Im very grateful for this wonderful sunny sunday, and so happy to live...
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour...
Thanks for a very intresting email ,Bonero, (and to everyone else of course who sent me one). One of the things you mentioned was to be patient with oneself. One of my new years resolution was to be more patient and compassionate, with the people around me but never thought of the importance of patience and compasion with oneself. I think it will result more difficult then it seems,the self blaming and not being able to forgive myself are old habits of mine, and they wont go without a fight...
This is what San Francisco de Sales said about patience... (homemade translation from Spanish to english).
Be patient with everything, but especially with yourself. Dont discourage yourself thinking about your imperfections, start to remedy them as soon as posible. Everyday is a fresh start...
Reason seeks a profit.
Love comes on strong,
consuming herself, unabashed.
Yet, in the midst of suffering,
Love proceeds like a millstone,
hard surfaced and straightforward.
I think Im going to use this journal as a sort of diary... Just gathering my thoughts. Today is gonna be a short comment though, Im really tired! Ive been given some good news this afternoon, for which Im very grateful...
for the wonderful people in my life
for waking up each morning, thanking the higher power for a new day
for being given a chance each day with a power to improve myself and making the world a little bit better place for someone..
Thank you...A gratitude-heart
Is to discover on earth
A Heaven-delivered rose.
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