Everything that’s happened today has (fortunately) got me thinking about my attachment to this idea of myself as a husband and father. The truth that I am not truly either of those things, that those appellations will someday soon fall away by dint of death or circumstance hit me like a ton of bricks. And I saw in that moment just how strongly I’ve been holding on to things that are not me, are not mine to hold.
However this thing works out I’m blessed to have been able to receive it as a Dhamma teaching and I am indebted to my wife for it. Whether we work it out or not I intend to begin the work of severing the unhealthy bonds I have paid little attention to until now. If I do nothing now, what will be the state of my mind when death comes? If their death comes first? I shudder to think.
May I cultivate a boundless heart free of attachment and may my wife and children be free from all pain and suffering.
Cattāri Brahmavihārā 
I’m compelled to say, you might not always be a husband, but you will always be a father.
By: Buddhist Tarot Chick on 09/28/2016
at 12:48 am