Some accidentally was dropped out so posting this again. I’m in silence […]
I’m in silence this week on retreat, sitting by the lakeshore. A prayer I loved as a child at our synagogue is in my heart: “Grant us peace, Thy most precious gift.” What does peace mean, and what can each of us do, and be, to enhance it?
As I pack to lead a week-long meditation retreat, sweet Willow clings to my chair leg, just learning to trust. Bills won’t pay, the news is hard, and the balls keep flying. Can we set them all down for a moment, recenter, and choose kindness, then pick up just one?
What do I allow to ride on my back, and where do I ride uninvited on others’? From a frustrating hour on hold with the bank to ten days facing a stone wall at Plum Village, a reflection on interconnection and on saying yes, and saying no, with kindness.
A frightened pharmacist, a grandfather who fled pogroms at seventeen, and a beloved caregiver now held in ICE detention. As the daily goblins pop up in the news, how do we find the power of love to say a clear NO to harm, without adding more hatred to the world?