On meditation retreat I’ve been reminded of the okayness of life. It’s okay … this life, the one we have … it may not be fair, or pretty, but it’s okay.
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.