Meditation, among other things, is training the mind to one point.  Focusing on a flame, or the breath, or a leaf on the river.  Training the mind like the monkey it is, to keep her eye on the banana.  How wonderful it would be for me if I could point my mind to a single thought of kindness.

No matter the belief in betrayal, abandonment or heartache, to have my mind see everything in a field of kindness would shift my next actions.  Would I still be human?!  HA!  There’s the monkey mind, comparing, criticizing, judging, self-serving.  I want what I want when I want it.

Focusing on kindness means that I’d see more clearly the path of kindness to myself, to overflow with the good and plenty that I am and make decisions based on embracing that loveliness.  Instead of tossing away money to others for screwy motivations, or ignoring my security, taking risks.

Perhaps so many lives living in the field and the woods, living off the land as a point of life and focus, it is a challenge to realign myself with the here and now and long-term planning.  A focused point of kindness while I watch the tangled web inside me open up gently to Her Love.