The ground that we’re on, all the time, is one that has wounds in it. There are bodies in it, there are stories in it, there are injuries in it, wherever we’re moving. The ground of our sangha has wounds in it. We’re going along, we think we’re fine, and then we trip, and there’s a gash in the ground. Our country, this country, the ground of this country has wounds in it. Big holes, gaping gashes in it. (…) What if we become all about this? What if we become all about healing of these wounds in our sangha. What if that becomes the lighthouse? What if that becomes the compass?