looking for answers
and a little prayer from the nyc subway
Love.
I keep coming back to this.
I think (I know) it is part of the answer to the many questions we face during these wild times.
Love.
I’m not necessarily talking about the rapid heart beating, I-want-to-spend-the-rest-of my-life-with-this-person-kind-of-love.
I’m talking about the widening of the heart and mind to hold something or someone more lightly kind of love.
The noticing of how the sliver of light shines through the snowy trees sending sparkles to your eyes.
Love.
The quiet comfort found in nestling against a couch you’ve laid on many times before among those who expect nothing from you except for you to show up exactly as you are - messy, tired, scared, hopeful.
Love.
Food prepared, hugs offered, space held.
Love, love, love.
When we don’t know what to do? We can love.
When we don’t know what to say or how to respond? We can love.
When we don’t know how to be? We can love.
It may not be easy. In fact, it may be very hard.
We can still open and love, no matter how hard it is - or will become.
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These are not easy days.
Another Buddhist saying keeps coming to mind, “Chop wood, carry water.”
Keep steady with the practices that ground us. Remain devoted to what is necessary for us to get out of bed. Imbue the profound, mundane moments with love.
May we find some lightness and laughter; may we act with integrity and lead with love - when and as we can.
Sending you so much love.
love, lindy
