told me a story the other day from her cousin. I'm adapting it here because I wrote it down for an IM chat with firinel
and I thought it might be interesting to others as well:
a bodhisattva was walking along and came upon a chalk
the bodhi had nothing with him. it started to rain.
Rather than let the rain destroy the mantra, the bodhi put an old shoe over the mantra to protect it from the rain -- top-down, to avoid defiling the mantra more than necessary
this is a good thing, he thought.
he went on his way.
a second bodhisattva came down the same road, not two hours later. The rain had passed.
"Why is there a shoe on the mantra?!" she exclaimed.
"surely this is the work of some thoughtless, evil person!"
Here endeth the lesson.
It occurred to me that this story is a lot like recovering from the traumas of your past. You install all sorts of nasty countermeasures under those problems -- because you need them, to survive.
But when it is no longer raining, the shoe remains.