Não chovia. Apenas pontuais raios de sol rasgavam o céu, numa timidez que faziam prever um desfecho cinzento e molhado… voltava das suas viagens.
No bolso trazia algumas moedas, as quais iria certamente guardar, para um dia mais tarde olhar para elas e recordar as histórias que estas escondem. Na alma trazia a felicidade, e a satisfação de ter contemplado as mais belas paisagens que alguma vez vira. Paisagens estas que levam a imaginação do homem para além das montanhas que as definem. De tal modo coloridas que se confundem com a palete de um pintor.
A viagem fora longa, mas a chegada à estação central da sua cidade, iluminou-lhe o sorriso. Sentia-se pronto para outra.
Para trás, ficaram horas de viagem a ouvir musica e a contemplar como a paisagem muda, ora cidade, ora campo, ora estação. O frenesim de entradas e saídas interrompia o silêncio pautado pelo rolar das carruagens rumo a Manchester.
Era tarde. O tímido sol escondia-se no horizonte.
Apressou o passo rumo a casa. Alguém o esperava. Deambulou pelas ruas seguindo para poente, chocando ocasionalmente com a multidão que se dirigia no sentido oposto, procurando apanhar o próximo comboio rumo a… sei lá.
Para trás ficam as saudades de um dia bem passado… as gargalhadas… as histórias… os
olhares.
Continuou a deambular. Estava mais próximo de casa… quando a viu. Por detrás do vidro sujo da vitrina da florista, um sorriso resplandecente iluminava o rosto de uma rapariga. De uma beleza simples, ocultava o seu corpo com um avental a dizer “ flowershop”, e por debaixo do seu chapéu, duas curtas e loiras tranças, dançavam ao ritmo do canto das flores.
Entrou. O seu sorriso assaltou-o de rompante, aquecendo-o do frio que se fazia sentir no exterior.
Não hesitou e comprou uma flor…
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The giving of thanks, the feeling of gratitude, the "Attitude of
Gratitude" is a wonderful feeling and can be applied to almost every
life situation.
Unfortunately, we tend to concentrate our thoughts on the negative events and things in our lives, often overlooking the many things we have to be thankful for... is our cup half full, or half empty? It is our thoughts about what is going on in our lives that determine our moods. Do I prefer feeling upset about something, or can I look deeper
and find something about that particular circumstance to be grateful for?
There is always something to feel grateful for, if you will really
look for it. We have to change our focus, and we will find our life
changing and bringing us even more things to feel good about. We have
to try deliberately to concentrate on the things that please us,
rather than those that stir our feelings of anger or remorse.
There is an old Buddhist story about a monk and a fool. The monk had spent many years meditating, doing all the practices, and living an ascetic life. The fool was, well, a fool, a very simple man. Both yearned to be enlightened and to experience their oneness with God.
One day the monk, despairing and weary of all the effort, cried out to God: "Oh, God, when will I be enlightened and at one with you?" God answered him: "A thousand more lifetimes." The monk groaned, "Oh, no! I have worked so hard for so many years. I can't believe I have to endure another thousand lifetimes." He sobbed and went away. The fool,who was happily splashing in the river, called out to God: "God, how much longer until I am enlightened and at one with you?" God answered: "Ten thousand lifetimes." The fool replied joyously, "Oh! Only ten
thousand lifetimes! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you God!" Instantly, the fool was enlightened and entered into union with the Divine.
I love this story for it points out two essential truths: what we are (being) is of paramount importance, and gratitude and joy in the face of what is or is not happening or present in our lives in any moment will most quickly align us with our God, with our heart's desire.
Many of us have, and do, a variety of practices from prayer to
meditation, from saying the Rosary to chanting, from going to church
to going to yoga class (or both and more). Like the monk who did his practices to become enlightened and at one with God, we do our practices for similar purposes. If not for enlightenment and Divine union, we do the practice for the purpose of aiding us in becoming (as if we were not already) and experiencing some particular attitude, expression or quality of God, such as love, peace, or joy. Whatever we do, however, is informed by what we are being, what we are feeling, in
the moment of our doing.
If we are doing something only in order to get something or somewhere,and our attitude is one of "I have to do this to get that," or "I should do this to get that," then where is our heart? If our heart - our love, our gratitude, our joy - is not in our practice, then like the monk, our practice and our life will reflect that: there will be impatience and ingratitude, unhappiness and suffering. On the other hand, even if we are doing something to get something or somewhere, if we do it as the fool did, with love, joy and thanksgiving in our heart, our life and our practice will reflect that.
This is true in every moment of our lives, not just in those in which we are "doing a practice." We have all had these experiences: the sunset that stops us in our tracks and fills us with awe; the look from a loved one that takes our breath away; the gurgling laughter of a baby, which awakens our own joy. Then there are the moments where our attention is elsewhere, not focused at all on the present, and we miss out entirely on the love, the joy, the beauty, the blessing that is right before us.
This was what the fool did. When God told him he had another ten
thousand lifetimes until he would be enlightened, the fool took that
as a blessing, as a gift. He saw the proverbial glass as at least half full. After all, God might have said ten million lifetimes! He heard God's answer as being that his prayer was being fulfilled in the fullness of time, in Divine and perfect timing. So he gave thanks. In his joyous acceptance of and gratitude for the present God had given him, the present opened (like a window in time, revealing eternity) and he discovered that it already contained all that his heart
desired.
TUGA NÂO TEME!!!!!SALTA_LHE PA CIMA HOMEEEEEMMMMM!!
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