For many people, it’s mostly been, or has always been, uncertain times. I think of the children in Syria, and the Rohingya, and a dear friend who’s been homeless, fighting for years to get out of the system. She says it feels like a whole lot of thrashing about with no real way to get out. It’s like she’s stuck in quicksand.
How does one get out of a quicksand? Slow, deliberate movements, arms out, reaching lightly to someone or something for support.
I am reminded: slowness, discernment, solidarity. I would’ve missed this timely, essential reminder if I hadn’t let the pause breathe, if I hadn’t listened, if I’d continued fretfully looking for the most profound Zen teaching. |
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