A Way of Leaving the World that Nourishes the World

    Today I heard of Jigme Norbu's death. I have known few people who both have and express the love they hold for their children in the ways he did. He was a solid rock, on many levels, and the delight he drew from being around his children filled me with a peaceful joy--the heaviness in my heart is only further evidence of this joy. I am left in awe of the love he carried. My heart is full.

I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow

and called out, "It tastes sweet, does it not?"

"You've caught me," grief answered, "and

you've ruined my business. How can I

sell sorrow, when you know it's a blessing?"

--Rumi/Barks

Further manifestations of joy:

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