As a white woman preparing to lead a spirituality course, I don’t have an easy answer. But I do know about my Otherness coming into the room and joining the group with me.
Staying connected to the green and wide open spaces has been a fundamental part of my survival and recovery.
We often hear the phrase that someone does, or does not, walk their talk. As spiritually literate people, we also need to prepare and practice for those moments when we might be the ones to have to talk our walk.
I'm aware that I'm decompressing following four months of overwork. The fact that I am aware of being aware shows that I'm returning to my natural state of compassionate self-witnessing. I haven't been able to achieve this for a while. My daily sitting meditations had become shorter and consisted of
Sunrise and sunset, autumn and spring; we all feel those certain times of the day and the year which are special, in-between times, when there is a clearer sense of this world and the other world overlapping.
This morning was one such of these. The sun was just coming over the