We’re here together, witnessing this moment in the dark, united by pain and fear. Step by step, we discover this life and ourselves together.
Our children grow and say goodbye. Things change dramatically from one moment to the next, as we’re confronted with the impermanent nature of our lives.
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.
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.
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.