This past weekend, the Fourth of July holiday, my husband and I enjoyed some retreat time at the Krishnamurti Center in Ojai, California. What a wonderful and peaceful place it is. Something about his words take you inward and paying attention to what's going on within yourself.

Jiddu Krishnamurti was a very humble man, had a definite gift for placing people's problems back into their own lap, as an offering to them to grow and mature. It is empowering, but also so real, to be given the opportunity and safe space to take a look at oneself, whether anger, addictions, or relationship issues.

Krishnamurti lived in Ojai for a good portion of his life and his legacy of writings is a library in itself. I came away with the question, "Am I writing what I need to say?" Am I honoring this life and my purpose?
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