I am wrangling with the discomfort of my whiteness and privilege. I am sitting with the question my community is demanding of me which I hear to be; how does each of us perpetuate whiteness and harm? I am saying yes to this day by saying yes to interrogating myself through this difficult lens with compassion.
I am committed to saying yes to this as a normal part of my practice. I am saying yes to being part of the change this world needs.
My friend, Nola. Her kindness warms hearts like a blanket and opens them to into turn so the same for others. She lifts me right out of my own navel gazing with her generous spirit!
I want to live forward and grow.
If I lived a day over wouldn’t that change everything about my life today?
I am learning the true meaning of the serenity prayer. It is a deep and challenging practice!
Thank you for returning me to my body. I am awash in calm.
My children, my friends, my husband, my sister, my dad, my sweet pets. Today and yesterday my puppy has been in pain and I fear it is Lyme disease. Will call the vet first thing when they open. I wish my love was all that was needed to soothe sometimes!
There are moments when I am not my best self and find myself in conflict with one of my children and something allows me to pause for just a moment. And in that moment I can see how I am not present, not listening, not seeing the person before me. When this happens and I can shift to presence, the connection that happens is so deep and profound and meaningful. I always find myself so absolutely grateful for the beautiful child in front of me!
From the hard workers of hope all around me who model in their daily acts that living into grace is a choice. A choice available to me each and every day.
My first reaction to this was, “I already have my day planned and this is annoying”. Also, “I built a raised garden bed yesterday, that was new for me. Does that count?” I may not try a new activity on this very day but I will definitely think about this. Perhaps I will try to sew a mask with my very unruly sewing machine or maybe I will pick up the skirt I was knitting this winter and work on the waistband. Something I have been stymied by because I’ve never done it before!
My friend of what is now 16 years, came to my door when I moved in. She heard I had children of similar age. She’d recently moved from Portland and wanted to start a community garden. Gamely, I said “sure”. With that now long behind us and life and it’s continual deliverance of surprises enfolding us, sometimes nearly drowning us, we’ve found ourselves on a shared spiritual path and in deep embrace. All because of a convergence of time and decisions made in moments that brought her ...
My friend of what is now 16 years, came to my door when I moved in. She heard I had children of similar age. She’d recently moved from Portland and wanted to start a community garden. Gamely, I said “sure”. With that now long behind us and life and it’s continual deliverance of surprises enfolding us, sometimes nearly drowning us, we’ve found ourselves on a shared spiritual path and in deep embrace. All because of a convergence of time and decisions made in moments that brought her to my door.
Can I forgive him for being who he is and not what I had hoped? Can I forgive myself for what we together crafted with our hollow spots? Can we come together anew with a love that can heal ourselves and those we painted with our wounds?
The path to connection through the doorway of compassion. A step away from reaction and a step towards seeing a wider truth.
All that is possible becomes possible.
All those fighting for justice and who have fought for justice. Ahmaud Arbery and his family, their love and their truth are in my heart and on my mind today.
We have more in common than not. It is power striving to maintain its strength that divides. Love agape may reopen doors to one another.
The aroma of cat mint or bergamot freed from their leaves slightly bruised by my knees or hands as my fingers search through foliage and old leaves, wood chips and soil for the uninvited.
Gratefulness can be like a lighthouse beacon guiding me through tumultuous waters. Without it I may bob away on the waves or perhaps even be swamped.
I love your observation about speech and it makes me remember this: Before one speaks ask yourself is it kind? Is it true? Is it necessary? Thank you for the reminder!
Thank you so much Pilgrim. It is Lyme and he is now on medication. Poor little guy. Hoping to see some positive changes in the next couple of days.
I am sorry Katrina. That is hard and stressful.
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