Park Bench

This tag on a park bench I frequent in Mt Tabor Park has been here for at least a couple of years. I stop here once in a while to offer blessings to whoever wrote it originally, and to others who feel this in the present moment.

How does one belong to this moment we are in right now? What estrangements arise, and what unexpected belongings? I sit on this bench, holding these questions for myself and all of us.