― Pema Chödrön
"Tale of the Jumping Mouse" was one of those stories. It resonated deeply with the Heart of the Matter for me. Stirred to the core, my heart chakra opened through a torrent of tears. (Those were the days, huh.)
With the help and guidance of other creatures, through repeated acts of courage and the willingness to serve others again and again, Mouse developed his Medicine as Jumping Mouse. In the end, (or perhaps, the beginning), the Jumping Mouse became Eagle.
It seems to me that the more we are grounded in the Practice, the more we appear able to soar into our lives with a sense of freedom and ease.
In the Tibetan Dzogchen, one of the meditative practices involves gazing at the sky as you visualize dissolving into its limitless expanse on the outbreath. Although I've only dabbled with this particular practice over the years -- usually sitting outside at dawn or sunset -- Sitting Still at those times certainly seemed to be have provided some majestically beautiful moments.
Originally posted, December, 2013. Revised.