In the mornings, I meditate in my bedroom—actually I meditate in my bedroom closet. There is just enough room on the floor between my dresses, blouses, and hiking boots, to roll out my yoga mat, sit cross-legged on my meditation pillow and close my eyes. This morning there was a dog. A real dog outside my window, not a dog in my imagination.
I have been talking up climate change at my synagogue for some time now. Maybe that is why the rabbis asked me to give a brief personal reflection on one of the central prayers recited during these Jewish High Holy Days.
I’m not having an easy time of it. And I don’t even live in Houston or Florida or Mexico or Montana. This climate change work takes its toll.
And then it became obvious. Climate change is my spiritual path. It is larger and grander than my small life. It is urgent. It calls on me to laser focus. To let go of the superfluous. It makes life immediate.