Blazing Light, Love's Song

We are all related.

This wisdom from the Indigenous Peoples of the world has been uttered, sung, and danced since the beginning of time.

We are all related. Supporting one another, all are supported. Mindful of all others who have needs, and lives, and offspring like the birds or trees or insects, the First Peoples never took more than what was needed, leaving plenty for the next human or animal being or for the regeneration of the plant species.

As an aspect of conscientiousness, we reflect upon and meditate with relatedness.

Change. It is part of life. It is how life proceeds.
Blessing is a flow of goodness, pouring through all circumstances – because beings of goodness ceaselessly emanate such goodness.

Be the blessing. Be the goodness. Radiate with every breath.

As the monks walked from Ft. Worth, TX to Washington, D.C., one of the subjects often spoken of was a peaceful or gentle mind. Importantly, as the world bore witness to them walking in sun, rain, or snow, we witnessed the embodiment of such gentleness and peace. We can be this wholeness, too.

We engage in the layers of embodiment of the prayer: “May I be filled with loving-kindness.”