Friends,
It's May. Second Sunday. Nothing big happened. Nothing big is coming. It's just a Sunday.
Those are the ones the practice is actually for. Not the anniversaries, not the crises, not the landmarks. The ordinary Sundays where the only reason to sit is that you said you would.
Tenderness is what you find when nothing is demanding your attention. A kind of softness toward your own life. Not earned, not deserved, just allowed.
Eight minutes tonight. 8 PM your local time. Be tender with whoever you are when no one's watching.
Come as you are. Even if that's not much. Even if that's a lot.
See you later, in the silence.
Dedication: May the ordinary Sundays hold us as well as the big ones.
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