“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other” doesn’t make any sense.” -Rumi

                Pick up a stone that fits inside your hand. Feel the weight of it. Feel its touch.
                For ninety-one weeks, in words and words and words, I’ve been trying to figure something out. I’ve been trying to help. I’ve been trying to solve problems, provide answers, offer support and understand. And there’s something wonderful in all of that.
                But there is also quiet.
                A breath.
                Pick up a stone. Any stone. Feel it. Sometimes that is my doorway to the field. I don’t find healing there, but I do find a pattern larger than all my hurts. I find something like peace and strength. I find being.
                There is quiet.
                A breath.
                Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field.
                I’ll meet you there.