I’ve been bathed lately with the knowing of – “just Space”.
Where giving and receiving seem like – what – only nuances of breath.
A recent example.
A homeless man in front of the PO. Shivering in the cold.
Asking for money – for wine I know.
The flash of overlay of an earlier thought ---
that I have too many blankets stuffing my closet -
accumulated through gifts of years’ past.
The obvious.
Going home. Emptying closets.
Having a celebration of blanket give-away where it matters.
Where the blanket belongs.
Where someone is cold.
One example.
On it goes. This breath. This moment. This calling.
Joy to you, Dear One ~
