Ouch! Man, talk about hitting a girl where it hurts the most.
|This is Tika, the Temple cat. She sometimes leaps into my arms too. So there!|
I was recounting this story to a friend a couple of days ago, who also happens to be a Zen monk, and he said, "It's true. We take everything so personally. Like it's all about us! Nothing is personal. Not even our breath is personal!"
Not even our breath is personal. Double ouch!
I know what he said is correct because I actually started to cry a little when he said it. Still....
Not even our breath is personal.