Sunrise

December 4Every time I turn on the radio it's sad news. When I heard about San Bernardino, my first thought was "how can anyone feel safe now?" Then I caught myself--who are we to think we are ever safe? Most people in the world must live with the constant insecurity of losing their child, their job, their home to hunger, disease, war. We've created an illusion in our culture that tells us if we do everything right then we can save ourselves.

We are no different than anyone else. Rather than being negative, I find this insecurity liberating. I mean it's terrifying to face (this is why we train in spiritual practice) but what is on the other side of facing the shakiness of life is real connection, joy, love, gratitude, presence.

I don't know why people do what they do. I don't even know why I do what I do most of the time. But I do feel that in facing my human frailty with courage I get stronger. When I ponder death, my actions become so much more alive and compassionate.

It's all unknowable, heart-breaking, so immensely porous with love.

And the choice is ours if we want to open or close ourselves to it. We get to chose every single day we are here.