May you have friends who can see you, may your senses be windows of wonder and your mind a prism of spirit.
Where did this come from, mind?
Did I read this?
Did I hear this?
Was it delivered to me on this morning from anther realm as phone calls from the middle east continue to ring carrying agony and anger?
‘May you have friends who can see you.’ Oh to be human…to be in need of another’s hand….to be children in grown up bodies…to be dealing forever with parental wounding even if we don’t own it….to be trapped by ourselves in our sordid interests and unwilling to let go…to be faced with devastating circumstances and frozen in fear..…and then….
A FRIEND!!!! A heart that beats in alignment with one’s own! And the windows of wonder and prism of spirit can grow wings.