I sat this morning with my son, who's 24. It was surprisingly distracting but revealing of how deeply attached I am to him.
The small question is: Do you sit with someone you love? What is it like?
A larger question: Is the love we have for friends and family compassion or attachment or, as it seems this beautiful Saturday morning, a dynamic mix?
I think sitting makes me, allows me to be, more compassionate in all relationships.
Thank you all for you notes here. It is good not to walk alone.