Thanks so much Shan Wu for the beautiful melody.
I don’t feel as if I held the center well on Sunday.
My spirit was swept along by things of the world.
The silence disturbed.
Again and again I was caught in the eddies of the river
And the dams of flotsam of dead pines caught in the rocks.
Yesterday, I shared the space of witness with Amel, and probably more of you who also joined in. I usually meditate with a group on Sunday mornings. I few weeks ago, the subject was the worldly winds, what we control, what we cannot. I shared that I was ruminating about how to make a positive difference in this world of ours. One of the members of our discussion group suggested that the simple critical thing to do was to be kind. I immediately (and in retrospect, unkindly) dismissed this as necessary but insufficient. My time in silence yesterday made we appreciate the wisdom of his words.
The unkindness and suffering in our world are certainly the result of actions of those who are suffering mightily themselves. While I can empathize more easily with victims, I realize the importance of directing metta to the perpetrators. They clearly are not at peace.…
Sherry, yours is a reflection from one who dwells in a realm apart, not locked in the chaos of a thin, self-sealed layer of awareness. Thank you. The point is Origin elsewhere, and you stand here so gracefully and wisely. Barbara
This morning I woke up depleted. Hollow and heavy at the same time. My body feels weightless, yet my eyes are full, as if carrying a long night that has not yet ended. I am feeling the aftershock of what is unfolding in the Middle East. A kind of moral hangover. I feel like throwing up, throwing a fit, and throwing in the towel all at once.
I am grateful that my seven-year-old niece is here. Her hug, her radiant smile, her unfiltered love soften something in me. Through her, I am reminded that delight still exists. That even today, the sun and the clouds can coexist, shifting the sky into new moods as they continue their quiet dance.
I choose to hold a prayer for all humankind. A prayer for peace. I light a candle and watch its small flame warm my heart, and I imagine it warming the…
Thank you, Kaja, for your words of Witness, of Presence and the Light of your candle.
I am with you, wholeheartedly.
Blessing and breathing together.
I'm reminded of words, "the only way through is IN."
In Love,
MMD
The way of constant returning. It’s the way. It’s enough. That’s my experience. Thank you so much for being there in togetherness🙏