I don’t really think detachment means that I don’t care about things. I do care, passionately. It’s one thing to embrace life’s experiences with gusto and thoroughly enjoy what is offered each day, and an entirely different thing to be so attached to a particular object or practice that nothing else is life giving. I want to be open to seeing all the beauty and goodness and love wherever and however it is offered. If that means letting go of one thing to hold another, that’s what I want to do. I am reminded of the story of the monkey who reached into a cage to grab a piece of fruit and would not let go. Unable to pull its hand out without the fruit, it eventually starved to death. It would not release the fruit to become free.