Consider the earth a tumbler to polish rocks. A rolling drum filled with water and sand. Consider that your soul is dropped in as an ugly rock, some raw material or a natural resource, crude oil, mineral ore. And all conflict and pain is just the abrasive that rubs us, polishes our souls, refines us, teaches and finishes us over lifetime after lifetime.
reblogging this because I love it
I’m sorry that I’m both your umbrella and the rain.
I was thinking the other night, and my iPhone is literally like a modern-day tomagatchi. it’s the first thing I check when I wake up, and the last thing I look at when I go to bed. it’s almost always on my person; in my hand, in my pocket, on my lap.. I keep it clean, and charged.. treat it like a child. Mine even has a name..
just some food for thought..