Unconditional Love

The last few weeks I've been focusing on the meditation of reflecting on the thought I wake up to. I don't examine it too deeply - I try to avoid the rabbit holes when I can - but I observe it in enough detail to decide whether or not I want it to shape how I feel beyond being grateful I woke up at all. Sometimes it's a thought that I'm glad to carry with me throughout the day and refer back to, sometimes I use it as a way to find the way back to being in the moment when I stray from it as the day passes. This moring was a particularly good awakening. I'll use it on myself when I start to go to the darker places that self-examination takes me during these uncertain times of forced separation and isolation from the world we've come to know and rely on. 

I woke up thinking about story Riad told Seamus and me some time back about a village in Africa.  When someone in the village does something wrong – what we, in our societal structure might call a “crime” or “violation of the law” - they all gather, every man, woman and child, in the center of the village and form a circle around the person who did the wrong thing.  They proceed to go around the circle, a person at a time, and talk to that person, saying something good about them, something they love about them.  They celebrate the potential of that person, what they have to offer.  Not to shame or punish them, but to help them realize what they have to live for and how to value themselves in the community and how they can be grateful for being there with all that love and fellowship.  It’s unconditional love at its finest.  

It's the only way any of us will survive any of this. That's a thought worth coming back to.

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