Blessings

I will offer my postscript up front, as I do periodically, that I am well aware my posts are all over the place.  My view is, fuck it, this is my blog.  I’ll say what I want to, even if it makes no sense to other people, and even if my tone is “uneven.” or people think I’m nuts.  I’m like a box of chocolates.. . .

I was reading a Tibetan cookbook the other day, and the author spoke of a Tibetan monk she once hosted who insisted on offering a prayer of gratitude.  He put a pinch of tea in a cup, and filled it to overflowing with water or tea from the teapot, and said something to the effect that his blessings, too, were overflowing.  This is also of course a Bible verse, the only part of which I remember is “my cup runneth over” (we read the King James Bible).  I’m pretty sure David said it.

So I do this when I think about it.  And I was doing it yesterday when this image suddenly appeared to me of water flowing downward.  I exist in a line of spiritual beings, who upstream are vastly superior to me, and it is my job to transmit their knowledge to those downstream from me.  People do not become “spiritual” so much as learn to allow spiritual energy to flow through them unimpeded.  It is not what I do, but what I am able to allow.  An analogy would be with electrical lines: the thicker ones can carry more current.

So a proper blessing is to thank your teachers for their love, and to be granted the wisdom and grace to transmit what you have been granted downstream, in an unbroken chain of spiritual energy.  Being me, I have countless ways of saying this, and I think if you really approach it with the proper spirit, some variation is both inevitable and desirable.  Robots are not needed.  And words are not actually needed either.  This is very much a case where what you are looking for is best described when it is seen as THAT. 

But I like this image, and thought I would pass it along.