Wednesday, December 14, 2016
Because there's this country, richer beyond any yet bankrupt in all the ways that count --
Because there's Syria --
Because it's the anniversary of Sandy Hook --
Because our planet is being plundered --
Because my own heart is bitter --
Breathing in the suffering of the world and others, breathing out love and compassion. Taking on the world's suffering seems ridiculous, except that it's not.
I am tempted to take care of my own, to tend my own garden, to go within as without seems dark. The hammering next door, the squirrels' chatter over a tangerine, the way the sun slanted through the window this morning.
The sense of the country going to pot. Our country, the wretched led by the morally bankrupt. The impossibility for me of not looking out, not being engaged and informed. The impossibility for me of only looking within. Illusion.
My reliance on meditation, specifically tonglen, forgotten and remembered. Relief.
Acknowledging misery -- the world's and my own -- is just that. Acknowledgement. There is peace in acknowledgement. Breathing out love and compassion.
Love is a verb.