sad-eyed puppy dog 2

Every morning before meditation I get on my knees. Twenty-five years ago it was one thing, now it’s another. Always these two words appear – “All offers.”

It’s been said that when you (me) take the position of host you know the guests are arriving, and you (me) get to be courteous. With a possibility of no clinging and grasping, no picking and choosing, side-stepping the ways of suffering. Open to all of it. Fetched. Which include, it’s worth saying, wild hoots and invitations to dance. Noticed there amidst the sadness of so many goodbyes.

All offers, kid.