prejudice is an ugly little thing that lives in most of us. We see it in others – but it is hard to see the one inside ourselves. I’ve found fear to be one of my own most active fertilizers for this ugly little flower to bloom.
To meet prejudice in others evokes all sorts of feelings in me, everything from feeling small, getting angry and provoked to a deep unexplainable need and wish to explain myself.
One thing i know for sure, whether i feel it in me, see it in others or feel the world meets me with it – prejudice has no zen whatsoever.
It is Monday, the day of all new beginnings – how about a zen week without prejudice?
WIsh you all a great day 🙂