In the last 22 hours I co-facilitated a mindfulness group at the jail; saw another inmate privately; spoke to first a group of mothers with toddlers and then a group of mothers with infants about conscious parenting then spoke to a friend who is having profound emotional and physical challenges. The juxtaposition of so many diverse situations has me spinning a bit. If I go out 24 hours then I was working with a client who had worked on the same issue all his life. Here’s what I get from all of this. These are the best of times, these are the worst of times depending on how much inner spaciousness one carries, how much self love and appreciation, It seems to me any buried wounds are surfacing for whoing, ready or not. I am so sad to see so may lost, afraid, blind. These are the best of times because I see so much love and service, dedication, generosity also arising. It takes a long time to fully recognize we have a choice. I just got a letter from an inmate that inspires me. He was saying he sees a fellow prisoner going down in flames. Seeing that stops him from being complacent, keeps him deeply committed to his own path of inner freedom. This man’s commitment and dedication continue supporting me in making the daily choice to choose love not fear. Thank you Jesse.
remembering the joy of being
