It’s easy to think this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. And yet it is how it is … and therefore, must be also how it’s meant to be. How else could it be?
I want to be here. I want to live this life, the one I have. I want to feel it all … even appendicitis on Halloween night.
We’re all living in a closet of some kind; the place we hide all the messy stuff of life so the house looks clean when the neighbors come for a visit.
This is for those of us for whom Mother’s Day is bitter and sweet: the knowing that we’re not alone as we share Mother’s Day from afar.
The choice isn’t between progress and compassion, but simply between caring and not caring.
Ultimately the meaning of our spirituality is realized through the practice of finding meaning in every-day living.