By Brigit Atkin We just made it through a doozy of a year. 2020 took us on a ride few of us imagined possible. I don’t want to go into the details of it; I just want to ask a few questions. What did you learn? Did you change for the better or for the worse? Are you more compassionate than you were a year ago, or have you become cynical and bitter? As we move into a new year, what will we pass through? Some roads have more lions and tigers and bears than others. I wonder if Dorothy questioned the road she was on. If I were in Oz with her, I would imagine I would have suggested trying a less troublesome path than her “yellow brick road.” If lately you feel like wicked people are forever blocking your way and houses of trouble are falling from the sky, now is a good time to reassess your path. The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying includes an enlightening poem that describes the need to change tracks and find another path:
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1. I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost….I am hopeless. It isn’t my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. 2. I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again. I can’t believe I am in the same place. But it isn’t my fault. It still takes a long time to get out.
No Yellow Brick Road?
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