Amid the world’s changes – for better, for worse, and usually a little of both – let us continue to do our work.
The work of a practitioner,
who knows, deep down, that impermanence is the marrow of life’s bones.
It does us no good to wallow in our devastation, breathing stale air into our worries.
It does us no good to commiserate with one another about how terrible we feel something or someone is.
Let us experience our sorrow, full fledged and fleeting,
and then toss it to scatter wildly about the hills.
Let us rock our sadness until it has calmed itself and fallen to sleep,
birthing in its wake a renewed diligence, towards our own transformation.