I accidentally hurt my right hand. But it brought me some new things.

Because I tried not to use my right hand, I tried to use more——my left hand. Thankfully God made a pair! And as I went about my daily activities with more engagement with my left, hanging clothes, or just pegging them to the hangar or raising the hangars to the clothes bar———allowed me to use parts of my body that I didnt use as often, or parts or cells I neglected because I always lived out of habit.

It felt like a little revival of sorts or maybe, waking up my potentials , the point was——I always had them but did not utilise them.

I felt like I was getting introduced again and discovering what I have.

And while I showered, I engaged my left hand more, using this left hand to do what I always did with my right hand.

There’s a lot of learning in there. Like when I exerted more strength or “hardened up”, I could feel it because I wasnt in my habitual mode. When in habit, its so much harder to recognise or pick out things. But when we are out of the habitual zone, whether by force or by will, we actually find out so much more. 

About ourselves and others.

And I thought about the practice of transformation or the learning I have had the privilege to receive learning from Yongey Mingyur Rinpoche , Tsoknyi Rinpoche.

Its about transforming. Turning pain or poison into beauty.

Its about working with the subtle mind and the tapping into the powers we have, and using it to change the nature of our experiences.

There’s beauty in here.

Like learning to find a way out. Learning to look for possibilities. And in that it means, a never give up spirit.

Like the mind naturally automatically finds the left hand to support.

I think I have sort of, inhabited the practice, skipped the step of telling myself to transform and worked with my mind to using my left hand.

Well done TPY.