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Those who bless and serve life find a place of belonging and strength,
a refuge from living in ways that are meaningless and empty and lonely.
 
Few of us are truly free.  Money, fame, power, sexuality, admiration, youth; whatever
we are attached to will enslave us, and often we serve these masters unaware.
Many of the things that enslave us will limit our ability to live fully and deeply. They will cause us
to suffer needlessly.  The promised land may be many things to many people.  For some
it is perfect health and for others freedom from hunger or fear, or discrimination,
or injustice.  But perhaps on the deepest level the promised land is the same for us all,
the capacity to know and live by the innate goodness in us,
to serve and belong to one another and to life. 

Most of us have been given many more blessings than we have received.
We do not take time to be blessed or make the space for it.  We may have filled
our lives so full of other things that we have no room to receive our blessings.
One of my patients once told me that she has an image of us all being circled
by our blessings, sometimes for years, like airplanes in a holding pattern at an airport,
stacked up with no place to land.  Waiting for a moment of our time, our attention. 

Most of us lead far more meaningful lives than we know.  Often finding meaning is
not about doing things differently; it is about seeing familiar things in new ways.
When we find new eyes, the unsuspected blessing in work we have done for many years
may take us completely by surprise.  We can see life in many ways: with the eye,
with the mind, with the intuition.  But perhaps it is only by those who speak the language
of meaning, who have remembered how to see with the heart,
that life is ever deeply known or served.