Thereveda Tourism

"We are all brothers and sisters on an amazing journey
through a constantly changing universe.
Sometimes we feel pain. Sometimes we are happy...

We are our own masters.
We create our own fate, our own heaven and our own hell.
We create by the use of our intention and free will.

Our human mind is always creating. Our mental environment is our own responsibility...

May we all meet again
free from suffering
and laugh together at the past."

Ines gave me a small book called Karma for Today's Traveler. It's a very short and eloquent book by a Thereveda Buddhist that nearly had me converted by the end. It broke down the concept of Karma very literally. It shows the reader where Karma comes from and how you can set in motion events before you are even born. I thought this a bit unfair at first, but after finishing the book I do not think I would contest that anything is unfair. I feel content with anything and everything. The lingering taste of meloncholy is still drifting in my cloud today. My attachment to it, however, is waning. Yesterday I heard someone talking about their lack of expectations and how it felt strangely like apathy, but it surely is not. They felt, and I too agree, that a lack of expectations is a desired state of mind and a blessing if you can achieve to arrive at this place. I wish I had more to do here sometimes. I struggle with this feeling of laziness. I get up, I take walks, I read books, I meditate, I shower I email friends, I work on new ideas to teach Estrella, I collect flowers. I try to stay busy. Maybe it is that I am doing these things alone that feels out of place. Maybe the fact that no one is watching me do these things makes me question whether or not I am even doing them. Maybe I am not as well adjusted to solitude as I thought. I know it is something I generally want, but maybe I'm still not used to it. Strange, that we can want something so badly, receive it and then be unprepared to handle it. Selfishness. Surely.

I don't really have anything else to say.

"The more she heard the less she spoke, the less she spoke the more she heard, Why can't we all be like that wise old bird?"