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.
Growth provokes mourning, but mourning also provokes growth … the growth of letting go and leaning into life and its lessons.
As we practice letting go and being okay – breathing, accepting, allowing – we find peace waiting gently, curled up at our feet, where it’s been all along.
Not exactly a dream, and not all skin and bones … we’re not just our stuff and yet, we’re not totally not our stuff either.