
Do you ever open a book, magazine or e-mail and get a message that seems it was written just for you? Find your attention drawn to a quotation or advertisement that says exactly what is on your mind?
It seems I’m getting all types of messages from the universe just as I am practicing the action of greeting fear (mine and others) with openness and compassion. My current regimen includes meditation, reading on fearless living such as Pema Chodron’s classic book “When Things Fall Apart”
—and the ever-popular practice “in the field.”
Some mornings this practice is like opening a door that is heavy with rust. At other times it’s a fluid, effortless energy creating unique interactions all through the day. I practice with my son’s teachers and classmates at school. My neighborhood of familiar and unfamiliar neighbors, immigrants and artists. My ex-husband. My in-laws. The Red Line train full of sleepy strangers all going to work downtown. The little interactions that that reflect the larger picture.
So this morning’s e-mail greeted me with a banner headline that invited me to ‘meet the source of your fearlessness.’ In the spirit of the occasion, I composed a poem on the spot.
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the first e-mail of the morning
invited me to
“meet the source of your fearlessness,“
I did. And he said,
“What’s for breakfast, Mom?”
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My son’s love and trust inspires me to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Yet it will change and pass, as does everything I love and cherish. My job is to love him (and the world he lives in) fully in this present moment, knowing that things will change and pass-
-and not wishing or wanting to have it any other way.