“A mother, when her baby is crying, picks her up and holds her tenderly in her arms,” says Vietnamese monk Thich Nhat Hanh. “Your suffering is your baby. Your pain and anxiety is your baby. You have to take care of her. You have to go back to yourself, to recognize the suffering in you. You have to be kind and gentle to yourself.”
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Sometimes waiting is good and healthy — a time of preparation and anticipation. But sometimes waiting is an excuse to passively accept a hopeless situation or life of quiet desperation. We say we’re waiting and even praying, but we’re really just stuck.
She’s wearing a Sherlock Holmes hat, the lady sitting next to me. A tweed coat all buttoned up and a fuzzy pink scarf. Her name is Eileen. She’s a tall, skinny Brit with wiry corkscrew curls and thick glasses. She reminds me of a long-legged, long-necked stork. An eccentric, kind, curious bird.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only person who doesn’t like the idea of a “Celebration of Life” after a death or loss. I need to grieve, mourn and lament what I lost…otherwise my heart and spirit doesn’t heal.
This morning I was walking backwards up a hill near my house. It was 5:45 am and still dark…except for the big bright full moon. What a clever moon! Last week it was just a crescent, rising and shining above the stained glass windows during Sounds of Silence (Do You See What I See? Echoes of Pleasure).