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The Dance of Connection

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

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.