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Mon, Jul 18, 2005 05:48:55 AM


ω using a gift ω
posted: Mon, Jul 18, 2005 05:48:55 AM

 

well i could write about how desperate i was when i came to recovery, but i have already written about more than once. or i could write about how desperate i have been as i started each step cycle and once again i have already written about that.
today my desperation is minimal, which i feel is a gift but not quite the gift that this morning's quote was all about. i would love to say that i am been grateful for the desperation i feel today, and perhaps later i will be. the desperation i feel today surrounds the process of my friend dying and the behavior of those who love him dearly.
it is difficult for me not to judge the behaviors and react to their pain. i know that i am hurting and have come to a place in this process where i just want his suffering to end. i am tired of watching him linger. i am sad at seeing the ravages on his physical body as it destroys itself with the toxins produced by living.
the desperation i feel is that there is nothing i can do to ease his going except what i have been doing -- showing and being present for him on a daily basis. the gift i get from this desperation is that when i have to do this for my family, i will have some models of how and how not to behave. i also am learning how to deal with my feelings of inadequacy around dealing with other people's pain. today the desperation i have been feeling over this process is turning into new ideas and methods for dealing with the unthinkable -- the death of a loved
∞ DT ∞

 

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☯ The Tao that can be spoken is not the eternal Tao ☯

THE TAO TEH KING, OR THE TAO AND ITS CHARACTERISTICS
by Lao-Tse
Translated by James Legge

Book 2

2) Therefore the sentence-makers have thus expressed themselves:--

'The Tao, when brightest seen, seems light to lack;
Who progress in it makes, seems drawing back;
Its even way is like a rugged track.
Its highest virtue from the vale doth rise;
Its greatest beauty seems to offend the eyes;
And he has most whose lot the least supplies.
Its firmest virtue seems but poor and low;
Its solid truth seems change to undergo;
Its largest square doth yet no corner show
A vessel great, it is the slowest made;
Loud is its sound, but never word it said;
A semblance great, the shadow of a shade.'