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Sitting through the storm

It is 10 am on Thursday, and I am sitting in the Carlingview Airport Inn, waiting to go to the Airport. We are having an April Storm, one of those nasty ones with freezing rain all day, threatening to delay flights. Nevertheless, here in the hotel room quiet, planes haven't stopped flying overheard since 6am. I still hope to get to Edmonton at 4:30 today.

Despite the edge of anxiety about possible delays, I have had many moment of peace this morning. I am given a chance to practice being in this moment, seeing all the advantages I have in this quiet room, knowing that I am cared for, even if the plane is delayed. So many aren't; so many will lose part of their only vacation; others will find the extra expenses hard if there are delays and cancellations. From my cared-for place, I send out peace to them; I witness their distress, knowing that there is nothing I can do to fix it, but trusting in the power of compassion as an energy in itself. I know not how, who, or where, but I trust that being in that energy myself somehow contributes to a more peaceful atmosphere, even if it is just for less person in distress.

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10.09 | 21:59

Hearing you! MB

30.07 | 19:22

As someone journeying with people receiving palliative care, I read the article on liminal spaces with much appreciation and resonance. Thank you!

01.04 | 20:45

Thanks, Mary Beth...that is how it felt in that moment. And still says with me. Thanks for commenting...

01.04 | 16:45

Have only peeked into your poeming on Easter Sunday...and lo....feel the paschal mystery, soul'd mystery proclaims a very interior manner! Thanks s

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