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Wonder

I know many of my friends, like me, are depressed with the political situation, and yet we just spent time with our five year old grandson, a time of wonder, beauty, exuberance, inspiration, innocence, and trust.  He believes in Santa, and I think of the story I love:”Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus”.  We must focus on children, become like children and believe in generosity and sharing the abundance that is here knowing there’s more than enough when we each cultivate our own knowing and experience of enough.

Morning in Sausalito



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Adjusting the Lens

The tributes to Ruth Bader Ginsberg inspire and warm the heart.

Turning the channel, I’m with this week’s New Yorker magazine and “One-Star Yelp Reviews of Heaven” by Jay Martel.

Inspired by a one-star Yelp review of the Eiffel Tower, “Too much steel,” he took a critic’s eye-view of heaven.

“I feel kinda bad about the one star, but I guess it was just way overhyped to me, and when I got here I took one look at the clouds and the angels and everyone in white gowns and thought, “Really?”  It’s such a cliche.”

“Not a fan of the pearly-white color scheme.”

“I really wanted condor wings.”

“Smaller than I imagined. Also bigger than I imagined.”

And so may you adjust your lens so today and every day is a five star, or ten star, or many constellations and galaxies of a day.

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Held

Morning comes, a blend of color, soft, gentle strokes I feel inside.  I meditate with intention for compassion, begin with myself, open to the world, like a flower in light, and then, moisture comes like a tide, filling that place of tenderness, that place where joy and sorrow meet, held.

The Maori word for Autism is “Takiwatanga”.  It means “in his/her own time and space”.  

I want that for each of us, each of us, “our own time and space”.  

A dog or cat prepares their bed before they settle.  A dog may circle; a cat may knead. Each makes their place of rest just right for them, a place to receive and be received.

I lean in now to invite that place of rest, circle torso and spine, prepare the ground of my being, as I knead the stream of air moving in and out. I trust this moment, this balance of movement and stillness, this moment of knowing enough.

Rocks and Stream held, connecting, moving and still