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Just before going on duty here this morn, I read this<\/a> about Hillary Clinton’s speech on abortion rights. Later on, as I’m setting out cushions and pads in the shrine room here at Jamyang<\/a>, in preparation for tonight’s teachings, over and over again my mind keeps returning to the moment of this story. <\/p>\n Hugely divisive issue. Common ground. Pro-Choice and Pro-Life. Common ground. Clinton. Common ground. Hmmm… could it be? No, I don’t mean resolution. And it’s not so much the issue, the person, or the politics, but something more or other, something in the twist of it all. Something in the moment. A new shape of mind? …a light? …a space? …a way on?<\/p>\n I can’t quite explain it, but something about the shape and moment of this story just sparkled a bit. Maybe it’s hope. Something in this mix makes mutuality seem more likely, on abortion and beyond. It is but a speck, and still mind plays it over and over. <\/p>\n Choice and Life need not be, and cannot be, separate and opposing. Hopeful, I suppose, because this moment turned up at the center of American politics. If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em: Choose Life and Life Choices.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Just before going on duty here this morn, I read this about Hillary Clinton’s speech on abortion rights. Later on, as I’m setting out cushions and pads in the shrine room here at Jamyang, in preparation for tonight’s teachings, over and over again my mind keeps returning to the moment of this story. Hugely divisive … <\/p>\n