Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Ave, Lorianne!

Zen teacher Lorianne writes a meditation on the death of her cat Bobbi.

Whatever comfort I find in the aftermath of another pet death lies not in an imagined future but in this stone-sure truth: for a brief and precious time, Bobbi knew moments of pleasure and peace: the bliss of a head-scratch, the delights of a sunny windowsill. Forever and ever, amen, such simple pleasures will be–must be–amply and abundantly enough.

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