It’s early yet for me but my outlook is that the great majority of people are doing their best and if the encounter is difficult that’s just how they were at that time. And I haven’t been in their shoes to know what their life challenges are and how they could be just having a bad day.

Questions of how can I know what I don’t know can be interesting. In this case I can’t think of anything.

I’ll keep a watchful eye to see where the suffering is. The rest will follow.

My morning routine including meditation grounds me to presence where the sacred lies with me. In the outside world I can do my bit to mitigate climate change. I could do more but I’ll refrain from picking up the stick to hit me.

When I see something like the grandeur of a tree with its leaves beginning to turn in that autumn way, appreciating its beauty, it lifts me from it being “all about me” where my mind can sometimes dwell, to something greater. It can help avoid a difficult situation being made worse by being fermented in “why me”. It creates space for me to move.

For what occupies me, it’s sometimes not so much what I do as how I do it.

Presence, companionship, support

This body with its amazing construction and workings. The air that keeps me alive, one breath at a time. Daylight coming through again; the sun rose again or rather we spun to its embrace.

When I see one that I am capable of righting I’ll see is it right to right it.

Warm peacefulness not centred anywhere. Just felt it now appreciating that I am being asked this question.

A good tradesman can be hard to find. This one came in when he said he would, did the job well, and had reasonable rates. And on top of which he had a pleasant attitude.

Encountering the enormity of the natural world. Finding that life has its own plan and my plan gets torn up. Realising it’s not about me.

It’s my morning routine that puts in place the everyday habits, breathing, meditation, somatic exercise. And then there’s tea, breakfast, petting the dog.

Sometimes the bad is just bad. Sometimes I see that some growth will happen, something different, something that acts on me and moulds me a bit different. And then there’s the contrast of experiencing something beautiful in the midst of heartache. Like the story of seeing the juicy strawberry within hands reach when your hands are otherwise occupied holding onto the edge of a cliff.

I feel that many of the questions are giving me the same answer. So the same answer is that I have become more able to be in the moment. There are more times in the day where that sense of presence arises. And that is where I experience fullness, whatever that “I’ is.

I walk from my kitchen to where I am working from home, and suddenly I am connected to colleagues and a world wide organisation through the medium of virtual conferencing. Yes there are challenges for me being at home during restrictions but what a marvel technology is when you walk back from the daily familiarity of it and see it with fresh eyes.

What I share freely anyway: love, companionship, a desire to help, humour, nurturing etc. I initially took “freely” as more. But now I see it as a more authentic opening to be and engage with others as I am, not as I pretend to be..

Exposing to new activities and situations can allow for some diversity. Maybe when Covid is less a threat. On the other side of that, though, I am more on the introverted end of the scale so find there’s a limit to what us comfortable in terms of who is in my life.

“I just noticed my neighbor across the street feeding the peacocks” Michele that just made my day. Perhaps a common site to you but so exotic to me.

This is wonderful