discoursing, judging, condemning, or doubting; simply
observing, embracing, opening, letting be, accepting.
Right now. Only this step. Only this moment.
A What-Is-My-Way? Meditation
We are quick to tell our children that they can't always
have their own way, even implying that there is
something wrong with wanting it. And when they ask,
"Why not, Mommy?", "Why not, Daddy?", and we
have come to the end of our explanations or our
patience, we are likely to say, "Never mind. Just listen
to me. You'll understand when you grow up."
But isn't this more than a little unfair? Don't we adults
behave in exactly the same way as our children?
Don't we want to have things our own way too, all the
time if possible? How are we different from the
children except that we are less honest and open
about it? And what if we could have our own way?
What would it be? Do you remember the trouble that
people get into in fairy tales when they are offered
three wishes by a genie or a dwarf or a witch?