09/03/2023
"Then the warrior can make a proper cup of tea."
A couple weeks ago, I was listening to Pema while working in the flowers in the late evening. 🖤 She was--as I was taking photos of a little bundle of cuttings in the golden light--discussing some thing her teacher had said to her:
Hold the sadness and pain of samsara in your heart and at the same time the power and vision of the Great Eastern Sun. Then the warrior can make a proper cup of tea.
I was struck by this idea, re flowers and farming and life. I'm always thinking about ephemerality versus "long lasting" re flowers and how the fleetingness *is the beauty, is the value. I found Pema's of hers about the quote. The quotation really made an impression on me. It was completely true: if you can live with the sadness of human life (what Rinpoche often called the tender heart of genuine heart of sadness), if you can be willing to feel fully and acknowledge continually your own sadness and the sadness of life, but at the same time not be drowned in it, because you also remember the vision and power of the Great Eastern Sun, you experience balance and completeness, joining heaven and earth, joining vision and practicality. …..One can hold them both in one's heart, which is actually the purpose of practice. As a result, one can make a proper cup of tea."
And I was going to post this pic and these thoughts and then I tripped on my pajama pants while taking out the trash, broke my wrist and split my head a rock so badly I needed 9 staples. A nurse said when I came into the ER she couldn't see my face it was so covered in blood.
I tried not to catastrophize the coming weeks and all I can't do without my left arm. (I'm a lefty.) It is tough I won't lie but I got surgery. I'm getting mobility back. My fingers work. I didn't break my neck.
Still my brain keeps going to this idea of the proper cup of tea. Im pondering it all and I guess that's the good part of forced rest. You have to ponder.