Meditating this morning, I was aware of my heart, this pinkish-red organ generously pumping air in and out to nourish and keep me alive.  My heart felt soft and spongy, sensitive and receptive, and I felt the weight, the wet weight of so much horrifying news that comes my way each day.  None of it is particular to me so perhaps I could avoid it but then a feeling of compassion poured in, connectedness, and happiness to feel the tenderness in meeting joy and sorrow as one.

Because we’ve had so much rain, the ground outside is mushy. In its wetness, mushrooms, Mush Rooms, have sprung up like lanterns for leprechauns and mycelium. Perhaps my feeling of mushiness today is a reflection of what I don’t always see like mushrooms proclaiming the underground presence and connection of mycelium. Today I give myself time to be in a Mush Room and reflect on receptivity, hidden connection, and change.