There is power in immersing one’s self in impermanence, meeting every moment for the new experience that it is. Chaos plays out against the background of constancy: Buddha nature, God, the web without a weaver.
Energy is everlasting. It animates everything in this dimension and outlasts each life. Our ability to adapt is the color of our life.
People with disabilities, whose lives are experienced through chronic illness, are on a first name basis with impermanence. Ours is a physically alternative way of experiencing life but it is no less rich. It just offers other treasures.
Adapting is how the alternately abled live–it has to be–if we are to experience the color, the texture of existing in a physical dimension. We are always on the lookout for an alternative route. We know life is a constant adventure—we need not seek it.
Physically and mentally, our access to the life experience is through differently abled doors but access to the door of equanimity knows no such distinction. There is only one route. It is common ground, equanimity, where all sentient beings know no advantage over one another.
Something so hard can be so easy if you have
just a little help. In the right place, under the
right conditions, you can finally stretch out
into what you’re supposed to be.