Good news on the Cancer front: Mom came through a 10 hour surgery and the docs assure us that they got it all. I'm headed out in a few days to help in the recovery process and to get "boots on the ground."
I started hearing that phrase as Congress and the President lobbied back and forth about what to do in Syria. I am so very tired of the idea that surgical strikes can only harm the bad guys. There must be a place we can evolve into that doesn't involve killing people. Surgeons work for 10 hours in teams to save a life and yet we talk so casually about taking others. I sometimes wonder if my political beliefs are sagging just like my.....well, other parts.
So I ponder the metaphysics of it all....which life is worth saving and which is expendable. Which lives I would give my life for and I think back to the dharma talk I attended a couple of months ago. Geishe Dondup told his audience that we achieve enlightenment when we feel about everyone in the world the same way we feel about our children. When we are willing to sacrifice everything for the solider on the other side of the world we have never met.
Meanwhile, I rolled my eyes at 4 people today (2 of which deserved it, 2 of which it's just reflexive now) and I stopped speaking to my husband when he played soccer on a night I wanted to chat. I have to start smaller.
So I'm homeward bound. Bound we are, indeed.