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Not long ago I realized that even people who have known me for many years did not know what we really do. There must be a simpler way to say that loving-kindness is the only way to access the power that resides within us all.
Do you know what that might be?
My legs were killing me. I had walked the entire length of a good sized concourse at the Cleveland Hopkins Airport . I needed surgery. Sitting down felt terrific. Walking toward me was a bright-faced, young woman in her twenties with a child no more than five with the unmistakable hair of a person with cancer, undergoing or having just completed chemotherapy. In an instant, I could no longer feel the pain in my legs.
I wonder if perspective ever becomes automatic?
Eight years later, I can tell you it does when I am awake.
A recent advertisement announces that we can now insure our pets as well as the passengers who ride in our cars.
I wonder why we have not decided to insure the poorest of our children?
