I learn today of the passing of a friend’s sister and sit with words of comfort.

After my mother’s passing, I wrote many poems.

This is one:

My greatest comfort though comes from these words of John Squadra:

When you love, you complete a circle. When you die, the circle remains.

And there is this by A.R. Ammons.

Which brings me to the passage of wind and these words by Jorie Graham.

A wind moving round all sides,

a wind shaking the points of view out

like the last bits of rain ...

May we live fully and well, honoring the veils of view.

The wind is howling and though it’s February, I’m reminded of the saying, “The month of March blows in like a lion and goes out like a lamb”. When I was a child growing up in Iowa, and the wind blew in like this, we’d head out to an open field with our kites.  

Today I read that the saying may come from the stars.  In March, Leo the lion is the rising sign, and as April arrives, it’s Aries, so March ends, a lamb before the ram. 

Now, sitting in a room newly painted and open to contemplation with still bare walls, I look up and notice the trees outside are painting on one wall.  I’m touched with the beauty, a lesson delicately swaying the gift of change.

My heart ties ribbons to the tail of a kite.

I wake and savor my morning ritual, notice feet on the floor, arms moving up to reach two bowls, kitties fed.  Now, they’re back to sleep. Bella is here next to me. Each morning she takes my chair and I move her to her chair.  After rounds of petting, she goes to sleep.  

I go through my senses, hear the heater running and Bella purring, the wind outside, smell and taste coffee, feel air moving in and out as I touch the keys of the keyboard, and sit on the pillow softening my chair as my feet in their socks rest on the wood floor.  Such joy in knowing enough. Outside the window is pure delight as trees reach to light, light last night from the full moon and now more directly, the sun.

I harvest this moment.

Four wise women met for dinner last night and discussed our greatest learning.  “Choose Joy” was the agreed upon answer. Joy! This moment, each moment, enough.  

I’m with the words of Lao Tzu, the 6th century Chinese mystic, philosopher, and founder of Taoism.

“If there is to be peace in the world,

There must be peace in the nations.

If there is to be peace in the nations,

There must be peace in the cities.

If there is to be peace in the cities,

There must be peace between neighbors.

If there is to be peace between neighbors,

There must be peace in the home.

If there is to be peace in the home, 

There must be peace in the heart.”

I’m also with Frank Ostaseski’s Five Invitations.

• Don’t Wait
• Welcome Everything, Push Away Nothing
• Bring Your Whole Self to the Experience
• Find a Place of Rest in the Middle of Things
• Cultivate Don’t Know Mind

The day opens before me, a map without lines, open to possibility, exploration, and trust in what comes.  I anchor lineage, propel and nurture what seeds and grows in receiving joy and cultivating the ease of peace.

I never wanted politics to be a part of this blog.  I believe in separation of church and state, and I wanted to focus on what I perceive as a moral stance in how we live each moment, breath, day.

Lately we’re seeing Profiles in Courage in action.  I applaud Senator Mitt Romney, Ambassador Yovanovitch, and Lt. Col. Alexander Vindman, all three of whom should have received the Medal of Freedom before a man who spouts anything but.

I keep coming back to equanimity, to the bigger picture.  When does all of this explode?

I worry, too, about a lack of attention span.  We’re inundated.

In 1990, when I checked out the local highly-rated high school for my son, I learned that the classics were no longer required reading.  The very sweet young teachers said that would be too “hard” for the students, and they had determined that was no longer necessary. The students would read summaries.  I pointed out that my generation read Shakespeare and the classics “in the whole”, and I was grateful for it. 

Recently I learned that a teacher of English literature at this same school doesn’t require books to be read at all.  The mother said her daughter had this teacher for all four years of high school and never read a book. They discuss current events.  In my day, that was Civics class, another class I’m grateful for, but I can’t imagine not having been exposed to the classics, books that can be read every decade with a different response. 

Yesterday, a neighbor informed me she doesn’t read my FB posts because the articles I post are too long.  She’s on the same political page as I am so it’s not that. Is Twitter really the maximum amount of time attention can be held?  Can we understand complexity in tweets?

I’m with these words of Boris Pasternak: When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart, and it is very easy to miss it.  

Amidst all the noise and distraction, I feel how important it is to listen to the beating of our heart and follow where it leads.  People are doing that, and though they may be maligned right now by those with an egocentric agenda, the truth will realign. May this be so!

May all beings be happy. May all beings be safe. May all beings everywhere be free.

In 1957, Dag Hammarskjold, a Swedish economist and diplomat who served as the second Secretary-General of the United Nations, wrote in his private journal Markings:  

Each day the first day.  Each day a life. Each morning we must hold out the chalice of our being to receive, to carry, and give back.  It must be held out empty – for the past must only be reflected in its polish, its shape, its capacity.  

Last night I read Parabola magazine, the spring issue with its theme The Quest.  I went to bed up-lifted, and then rose to read the news of the evening before.  A racist is awarded the Medal of Freedom.

Where do I put it?

Where do I place my trust?  Of course, I know it comes from inside.

I quote Vaclav Havel who spoke before a joint session of Congress in 1989 after becoming the first president of Czechoslovakia after its transition from the communist regime to a new democratic government. He said:

Consciousness precedes being, and not the other way around, as the Marxists claim. For this reason, the salvation of the human world lies nowhere else than in the human heart, in the human power to reflect, in human modesty, and in human responsibility.

Without a global revolution in the sphere of human consciousness, nothing will change for the better in the sphere of our Being as humans, and the catastrophe toward which this world is headed, whether it be ecological, social, demographic, or a general breakdown of civilization, will be unavoidable ….

Interests of all kinds – personal, selfish, state, national, group, and if you like, company interests – still considerably outweigh genuinely common and global interests …. We are still destroying the planet that was entrusted to us … We still don’t know how to put morality ahead of politics, science and economics.  We are still incapable of understanding that the only genuine core of all our actions – if they are to be moral – is responsibility.

Responsibility to something higher than my family, my country, my firm, my success.  Responsibility to the order of Being, where all our actions are indelibly recorded and where, and only where, they will be properly judged. 

The interpreter or mediator between us and this higher authority is what is traditionally referred to as human conscience. If I subordinate my political behavior to this imperative, I can’t go far wrong. If, on the contrary, I am not guided by this voice, not even ten presidential schools with two thousand of the best political scientists in the world could help me.

I read this and wonder how we’ve come so far from the honoring of conscience, and the wholeness we are, how one man can stand before others and lie. Today will determine where conscience stands in this country, and how each of us mobilizes response.