My mother has a blog called Mystic Musings, and in a recent post said "When we fail our most treasured steps on the way, and we all will,  immediately forgive yourself and others, make amends if called for, and  go on your way, free." 
I like what she said about failing...just as we would give respect and  understanding to our most beloved and their struggles, so must we be  understanding of ourselves and our wanderings.  It is wonderful to be on  the path that is most advanced for us...and seemingly so easy once our  feet are planted there.  But then, in awhile, we get distracted by the  physical walk itself...or by the pretty things on the side of the road.
I am seeing that we must be as gentle and loving with  ourselves as we would be if we took a walk with a toddler.  Their  attention is all over the place and they constantly must be brought back  to the path.  But we are not frustrated, nor angry...we lovingly  guide...patiently again and again.  For that toddler in us will continue  to stray.  To chase the shiny things and to cry about the physicalness  of being entrapped in flesh.  And so we get caught up in things of the  world and must re-awaken yet again and again.

 
 

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