Imperfection

‘We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.’

And therein lies the rub.

I am pretty rough on myself when I catch myself being human. That is when I act with impatience, or less than perfect equanimity, fail to really listen and feel the myriad of emotions that all humans experience as a function of being human. But I think what I continue to discover for myself is that it is through these things, rather than around them that we become the human spirit. We are all flawed. So perfectly imperfect, so beautiful.