I have an annoying habit of trying to find meaning in every damn thing that happens to me. Last night while my child's deadbeat sperm donor bludgeoned me with his completely irrational, vacuous verbage, I tried to imagine what Krishnamurti would do and say.
Well, first of all, our dear Krishnamurti never would have landed himself in a situation like mine. If he had, I suppose he would have listened with his whole being, taking on the poisoned words as his own. He probably would've chuckled more than once at the outrageous histrionics we humans are capable of engaging in. At the end he would have spoken with profound kindness, "Seek only truth, my dear friend. Truth comes to you when your heart and mind are simple- there is love in your heart and your mind is empty. Right now your mind is full and your heart empty."
But Whirling Betty couldn't quite pull it off. The words I needed arrived too late; in fact, they arrived during this post. I guess it's comforting to see that I just need to work on my timing.
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Hello WB,
I just read all of your posts -- what a great blog! I love the way you dance with words "Completely irrational vacuous verbage..." I love it! English has the largest vocabulary of any language in the world -- and so many native speakers waste the gift of growing up speaking English by just waltzing on using roughly 6 different words a day.
I'm going to be thinking about what you said about truth here all day... when "there is love in your heart and your mind is empty." I feel like commenting on that, but can't process it yet... Maybe tomorrow.
Whirling Betty,
You were born to this. You speak the truth with a light tongue. I so enjoy reading your stories. Thank you.
I think Krishnamurti would would praise the amazing progress you've made. I doubt he could do the same in your shoes!
Hi Taikochan,
Thank you for your thoughtful comment, and I'd love to hear more from you.
Hi Liz,
As always, your encouragement and support keep me blogging. Thank YOU.
Hi Garnet,
Isn't it entertaining to think of Krishnamurti in my shoes?! It reminds me of the title of a book I heard about: "Jesus Never Drove Car Pool!"
Betty, yes, I chuckle to see Krisnamurti swirling around among the stars in a pink dress with a candleabra on his head!
Betty, I don't know anything of your personal situation, and I mean no slight nor judgement since it is clear that you are seeking understanding, but seeing the way you describe the father of your child I feel compelled to invite you to follow this link, which might offer another point of view.
Betty, excellent post. I love Krishnamurti and have lived through similar episodes. Next time I'm in one, I'll try that question. Thanks for sharing. I'm so glad I've discovered your blog. Off to read more. :-)
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