This morning, I rose to meditate and what came is the image of a hand dropping flakes of food into a fishbowl. The goldfish was lapping and gobbling up the flakes. Though the amount of food might seem small to a human, it is life to a fish.
What is small in my life that I miss? What is important to notice? I found myself dropping into myself, coming to rest, flake by flake, to settle more fully on the chair. In that, I also noticed how there is always motion, always movement even when I sit still. Somehow that opened me to reverberations in life, to how all I do and think reverberates. What do I want to put into the world, especially this week when there is so much to agitate and possibly lead to despair?
That brought me to Pema and patience, and allowing the energy of discord to have enough space to dissipate.
May I cultivate peace with patience. May I be kind!