Being Chosen

I’m doing laundry this Memorial Day morning. It gives me an opportunity to write. Things matter (and don’t) in different ways these days.

I thought I knew what my vocation was. I thought I’d chosen it, but I’m finding out that it has chosen me. Accepting this – better yet, appreciating it – seems important.

I’ve realized that I can meditate no matter what I’m doing. There’s not a special place or pose I need to be in. There’s only awareness of my True Self.



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