Here’s a poem from the bottom of a well. A reaching out kindness in this brutal world. There are no easy answers. But, as I practice living inside the question, it helps to remember Anne Lamott’s words from her book, “Dusk Night Dawn,” “. . .the point was to lean toward goodness, to resist less, to pray for our enemies. The point was to have a spiritual awakening of any sort that helped us live more often in kind awareness. I would rarely be in conformity with the divine’s huge crazy love, so I just prayed, Help me start walking in your general direction. And the greatest prayer, Help me not be such an asshole.”
A plea for kindness
A plea for kindness
A plea for kindness
Here’s a poem from the bottom of a well. A reaching out kindness in this brutal world. There are no easy answers. But, as I practice living inside the question, it helps to remember Anne Lamott’s words from her book, “Dusk Night Dawn,” “. . .the point was to lean toward goodness, to resist less, to pray for our enemies. The point was to have a spiritual awakening of any sort that helped us live more often in kind awareness. I would rarely be in conformity with the divine’s huge crazy love, so I just prayed, Help me start walking in your general direction. And the greatest prayer, Help me not be such an asshole.”