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.
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.