In a typical day, we receive help—small or big—from a variety of people, but we don’t often pause to give specific appreciation. We quickly say “thanks” and move onto the next task.
Enliven Ordinary Greetings
Dear Anonymous
On my website, there’s a page where people can share anonymously. Last weekend, I received this powerful message (which deserves a response).
The Dance of Connection
Last week, I led an in-person mindfulness session for teachers at an elementary school. It was an hour of self-care before they began an uncertain school year. We honored what's difficult (really, really difficult) and we embraced what's good. Each teacher wrote anonymously on a note card (the difficult and the good). Then they dropped these note cards in a box for me to share with the group.
Taking Responsibility
In a previous post, I shared how deeply uncomfortable it was to realize (anew) how enmeshed I am with the institution of racism. As a white person, there’s much I can ignore, maintaining a basic level of comfort. Even though I see racial injustice when I volunteer in prison and balance that injustice by offering meditation and mindfulness to all, even though I live a compassionate and caring life, I’m not separated from white supremacy. It’s not my fault but it is my responsibility.