Thrive: to open up to the ease, joy and brilliance of the very moment.

Prosper: to flow in the richness of the moment.

And the human part of me snickers.  Yeah.  Right.  Stories of the achy old body, the inner organs feeling out of sync, short term memory ripped from my consciousness, change that looms ahead. Thrive & prosper eh?!

Well Pema says to stick with my own little garden plot.  To see the rocks and hard ground, mulch it with the shit of my life, dig it in, let the humility/humus enrich my soil with loving kindness.

Now I see the sun hit the tops of the trees outside my window.  Birds sing to the late winter dawn.  The air brings warm promises.

Kindness reveals my dear love of the Divine.  The Divine reveals endless love to, with, in, around, above, below me always. Surrounded in love, I lean on goodness and ease.

I claim the grace that is the best of me.  I honor and love the feisty human arguments.  I bow to the gifts of this spectacularly polarized human adventure.