The heart can be as cold as stone.  Yet it can crystalize stories, faces, places and hold them clenched inside.  My heart wants to stretch out, hug the unhuggable, reach the unreachable–as well as use hands for helping.

But not everyone really wants help.  Not everyone sees they need help.  The diseases of denial, addiction, despair and self-loathing keep many tough and rugged like worn out leather.  Clearly change will happen, with or without my help.

Detaching with love is a bizarre phrase, thankless practice and essential surrender.  Don’t do something, just stand there.  After a life of running and helping and finding myself sinking backwards into muddy black dead swamp, as I stand still I can be fertilized.  It will help that I stop digging deeper.

I call upon the mother gods today: Juno, Mary, Miriam, Pavarti, and the compassion of Kwan Yin to stand for me, as I help others by doing nothing.  I hold my heart within my own chest and let the light shine out.