Friday, July 9, 2010


Highland Park

Mt. Washington



On the way to my meditation bench this morning, I was thinking about Pema Chodron's When Things Fall Apart, and in the chapter titled, "It's never too late," she laments how we've become experts at causing harm to ourselves and others. She says the trick is to practice letting go, to relax instead of struggling against the forces of confusion; when you do that, she says, open space is always there.

I thought, okay, I can do that, how hard can it be? And just as I was thinking that, I glanced down and realized I'd been walking over hundreds of tiny, bright red insects, little bugs that covered the path; I'd lain a swath of destruction in my wake: squashed dead bodies were everywhere.

1 comment:

  1. It's a complicated world out there, but oh! poor lost pets & poor gorgeous beetles.