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This Night Empty of Moon

The sky emptiest of moonlight, the darkness of the absent moon of mahashivratri lets the stars reveal themselves and illuminate the fullness of possibility. That it is also the first day of meteorological Spring and was the State of the Union feels like quite a confluence.
Just as I Was About to Get Ready
to pack up my things and leave work to go to yoga class, a co-worker stopped by my office to talk. She started by asking me how I was, but I knew that was just an introduction because it was evident she needed some comfort. It turned out that she had a bad fall off of her bicycle on her way to work late last week and had gotten beaten up something fierce by the way she fell. One of the things I most respect about my co-worker is that she is someone who always looks for the good in situations and in others. I found myself giving her permission to be sad and frustrated and angry, which she appreciated. Just because things could have been worse did not diminish that she was suffering. I think that is important for all of us to remember. When we have compassion for ourselves and allow ourselves to react, it is then we can also find the good for ourselves and have compassion for others.
I did not go to class last night. It was more important to listen to my friend. But I had a good yoga lesson by allowing my friend in and a good practice when I got home.
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By being completely present in this moment. No past. No future. Although I realize the moment is always gone too. So who or what am I?