October 4, 2015 3:54 PM
Every morning, ever since the OS Reboot, I’ve noticed my heart has opened up just a little bit more than the day before. Not because of some effort or practice, but all on its own.
This heart opening is almost like the bud of a flower when exposed to sunlight, it is opening perfectly in harmony with some deep and mysterious internal clock—though in my case, much slower.
It’s really quite something to experience. All my life I’ve been this hard, rational, strong-but-silent-guy type. All yang. Minimal yin.
Now I’m practically a wuss.
Nearly every morning, I awake to find tears of gratitude in my eyes. Half the time I don’t even know what I’m grateful for. I’m just grateful. It’s wonderful, and if I took my ego seriously, this new wussy me would be quite embarrassing.
But I’m not embarrassed. Not in the least.
And I love it.
It's Time To Wake Up
It's Time To Be Happy
It's Time Let Go