My daughter sat down next to me as I was completing my morning meditation.
“And may all beings benefit,” I said with a bow.
“Mom,” she said, “what are Mayo Beings?”
“What?” I asked.
“You said Mayo Beings.”
Ah, yes,” I replied. “I was saying a prayer for the tiny people who live inside the Mayonnaise jar.”
She is well-acquainted with my sense of humour, and gave me the look.
“May. All. Beings,” I said, making a mental note to be more mindful of my enunciation, even in meditation.
Stephanie Hrehirchuk - Author 