Pretty much everything you’ve witnessed this past year is a control strategy.
A way to see our choices and the choices of others that calls out grace, 01.25.21
When the pandemic first landed in our awareness, and everything felt like it was careening out of control — because it was! — here’s something I noticed: While, like other contemplatives, I had an immediate, intuitive sense that the opportunity opening up for us collectively was a flashing-red-light invitation to large-scale spiritual and cultural transformation…
…I also initially lurched pretty heavily into the Hard Science camp, which is, to be honest, not my norm. Deep appreciation and respect for scientific inquiry and expertise? Absolutely. Epistemological materialism? No. But there I was, and people who were Not Taking The Science Seriously Enough were filling me with an unaccountable rage.
My spirit was curious — thriving, even — in this new strange stillness. Each morning in my meditative practice was a revelation. My husband and I went for 90-minute walks through spring-budding neighborhoods where the loudest things were the robins, and it felt like a beautiful dream.
But as the days lumbered on into weeks, I knew some part of me was clinging to the hope that this whole virus thing would be relatively short-lived, that scientists would be the ones…
