I don’t know if ho’oponopono—similar to the Buddhist practice of tonglen, or loving-kindness—will resonate with you or not. But since the age of 35 my heart’s desire has been to learn how to love, and this practice feels like an answer to prayer.
As I write this I’m preparing to host a day of meditation for a dozen people at our cabin in the mountains. Unless it rains, some of that time will be spent outdoors. At an altitude of about 3,300 feet, we’re situated in an enchanted womb of a valley encircled by densely wooded mountains, most of which are named after animals or natural formations resembling familiar shapes.