On this morning, as I sit in a clear cut - where all the tree have been cut down - I offer love to this land. To the “ugly” stumps, debris, and regeneration happening. How must it feel for all the beings that inhabit this space to be met with anger, hatred, sadness, grossness, etc.  Imagine being treated like that as a human.  Yuck. 

The practice for us as we aim to step across the threshold of the old, dying stories and into the Beyond, is to feel the tragic.  To keep our hearts, eyes, and ears open as we experience the  (metaphorical) clear cuts all over the world. 

Eventually we can shift our aliveness to the post-tragic, where we live in the unconditional love, nuance, and discomfort of life.  

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