Love and Compassion

I have never been able to separate Buddhist Compassion, release from self, from the Golden Rule, the first commandment is to Love God with all your heart and soul, and the second is like unto the first, love your neighbor as yourself, and I don't mean this as controversy. Love and Compassion are what I reach for, and forgive the dangling preposition. Marjorie and I spoke the first words of retreat that we have felt for a long time today, funny but Laurel called and we were all thinking that Laurel leaves on August 31 for Japan, and we will have little contact like the video chats we've had, and the systematic cell phone calls. I am less tied to Laurel than Marge, and she says that so few times in her life has she met a friend like her daughter Laurel. There was a part of me that Marjorie closed out as Laurel became a young women. In fact it started when Laurel was small. I have had to learn an adage, the wife is right, most of the time.

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