“I realized that the movement of return can also be a movement of allowing, of self-forgiveness. All the prodigal sons and daughters of our thoughts and dreams and gnarly little complexes are welcome to come to the feast of this present moment. “
“Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.” Anne Lamott
I knew there wouldn’t be many people at our sangha last Sunday. I heard from at least seven of our regular company that they wouldn’t be there. As for the rest, there was the cold, the dark, the impending Oscar ceremony. Yet it didn’t really matter because I drove down in the spirit of a lighthouse keeper, a keeper of the keys to the yoga studio where we meet, a lighter of candles, a maintainer of a place of refuge. I didn’t go for personal ego gratification. I went to sit there shining.
To my delight, four noble friends came in from the cold and joined me. As we meditated, I realized that each one of us had come for something besides our own comfort, that when we sit down…
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