Fri 6 May 2011
She picked up one item after another, swiping each barcode across the glass surface. I thought to myself, this woman . . . this stranger across from me, employee in a drug store, has a mother.
It is my habit, one of my shortcuts to inner peace, to look at the employees in stores, banks and coffee shops, and ask them in my mind, “Who is your mother?” In that brief moment of awareness when I recognize our common humanity, that we are each born of a woman’s body, my heart is opened. (more…)
Transcending loss is possible



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