"Loving the world to me, is no chore;
My big problem's the guy next door!"
Practising Metta and distributing our love, kindness, compassion and equanimity to all and sundry is easy-peasy Japaneesy... but pick one individual, and it's as hard as a giant jaw-breaker candy ball.
What's more, our sense of righteous indignation, and desire for justice, gets in the way, like some 7-foot high and three-foot wide guy directly in front of us at the ball game, whom, no matter how hard we try, we just can't see round.
Me? I love everyone, and can wrap my arms around the world, from Ghengis Khan, to Hitler, to Saint Francis of Assisi to HHDL... But I am still bugged by the fucktard who stole my tortoises 16 years ago, in France, and I know who it was too, damnit...
Time I dropped this, right?
Exactly.
federica
I've finally managed to get most of the sopping wet and highly odoriferous carpeting stripped out of the basement. Everything stinks, and anything that goes down a drain in the rest of the house ends up on the basement floor. Cockroaches would love it, but - what a pity - we don't have any. Back is killing me. Excellent opportunity to intensify my practice in the, arguably futile, quest for equanimity.
Fosdick