I had a fragrant night of dreams, active, involved.
I woke to these words:
Isn't it simply a flock of deer resting on all sides of the issue?
Is it? All of us with our own opinions, our own needs for connection and isolation, protection and perseverance to make it on our own.
We are the six billion religions of whom the Dalai Lama speaks.
We also are cells, each one of us trying to decide whether to join an organ, whether to live in heart, colon, or gut.
As I thought about the dream, I saw lions come, too, and geese, all gathered to drink from one huge well.
If I can find and feel the fear in the Republican attacks, perhaps, I can better reach to bring them into my fold, to gently teach.
May today be an offering of that for me. This is a Zach day, one of my most precious treats.