This exercise of
Burning up karmic seeds is
Almost joyful now.

The word karma has been of growing importance as I mull this process. There are millions of seeds scattered across the ground that is under my feet, and they are the karma that is mine to work with in this lifetime.

The things that hook me going all the way back to the beginning of this life of mine, aren’t really personal. In some ways, part of the pain is the fact that none of it is or was ever personal. But that’s because a part of me wants to be important enough to have been acted against.

Ultimately, though, it’s far more helpful for me to think of everything that comes my way as a vehicle for the karmic lessons that I need to learn. Every bit of shenpa is simply a seed to be burned. And each seed burned means one less seed scattered on the ground under my feet, waiting to sprout.

I wonder if I am just making this up or if Pema would agree with the small learnings that are sparking inside of me…