Yet every second of every day, willing offerings are made. Many of these are given with the hope of some return, a bargain with mysterious forces. Some offerings, though, are made willingly. Something dear is carried to a river, altar or other place. There, hands open in vital surrender to the flow of life. Offering can then become an opening to greater connection—a doorway into a world where one does not give to and receive from another, but a world where one is the other in dynamic relationship.
These openings are everywhere—at the market counter, at the office, on a crowded freeway... In these moments, will we, to paraphrase the Persian poet Hafiz, be dragged kicking and screaming (to offering) or will we go dressed for dancing.