I woke this morning in a field of gratitude, not just gratitude in one place, like heart, stomach, and/or lungs, but I woke as though I was immersed in a field, held in a gathering of sunflowers, daisies, and strawberries.
Rumi’s words fluttered through me like butterflies.
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.”
Then, on Nextdoor, I saw a photo of a whale frolicing and waving its tail. It was taken at Stinson Beach yesterday. The whales are here.
That led me to open Amanda Ripley’s book, High Conflict, Why We Get Trapped and How We Get Out. One focus of the book is the tightly knit community of Muir Beach, ten minutes from where I live. It’s peaceful there and yet the community became embroiled in conflict.
My intention is to read this book this weekend. I suggest it as a tool, guide, refuge for us all as we navigate through pain and trauma to meet in a field “out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing”. Let’s meet there.