This week I found myself trudging through some inner charnel grounds, quite unexpectedly. My awareness of what was happening seemed so clouded by my own constrictions around my "story." Then, one night as I practiced the Yoga of Sleeping, out of nowhere it seemed, my heart opened up and welcomed the internal churning. I felt its uncomfortableness and I smiled, with some kindness and understanding, at the illusionary turmoil I was creating. I laid my head in Vajradharma's lap and fell asleep. And I woke up "laughing at appearances."
Dakini's Whisper