When my grandson was four, he watched butterflies and a caterpillar, and then went into the house and returned with a long strand of yellow yarn which he weaved through the wires of a fence so the insects would see the fence and not be hurt.

I’m with that today as I read news I find horrifying though I continue to work with non-judgment and trust in ebb and flow, and the recurring phases of the moon.

I’m reminded of Nelson Mandela who spent 27 years in prison, but refused to carry a grudge against his captors. He later said of his release from prison, “As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn’t leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I’d still be in prison.”

Thich Nhat Hanh:  This, my dear, is the greatest challenge to being alive. To witness injustice in the world and not allow it to consume our light.