The message telling us of our friend Mary’s passing described her has having been”surrounded by a tremendous field of love”. We imagined all the people who were part of that field, all over the world, near and far, sending their love in all kinds of ways, some as real as sitting by her bedside or doing an errand done or cooking dinner, some not tangible at all, but there all the same.
After we left the spare message on ‘the improvised life’ saying why there would be no posts for a day, we felt the emergence of another field of love. Through comments and emails, we received messages from friends and strangers, of comfort, condolence, wishes, healing, and concern…to powerful effect: we felt better. Then we realized that ‘the improvised life’ had become a field, too.
We don’t know what a field of love looks like, but we know what it feels like. We know that it’s possible to make one in any moment: it just takes one person reaching out to another, or a few folks, or a community, focusing their attention/love/heart on something in whatever way they can. It’s an improvised thing, as unique as a spontaneous gesture of kindness, that helps us find our way.
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