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Om Mani Pedme Hung

On my way home from work, I heard the sounds of a crowd at the Capitol.  I joined in to listen (Elizabeth Warren spoke shortly after I arrived) and chanted with my fellow citizens–the chant not “om mani pedme hung” nor “om mane padme hum,” but on this particular night, with this particular crowd, addressing this particular issue, “one more vote.”

Being out here over and over again regardless of hope of the immediate outcome being effectively influenced is a variation on tapas, on sadhana, on seva, on faith put into practice.

It seems that this monk and I are being drawn to the same places this week, though I am guessing our days are pretty different.

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Statues Around Town (and a Quote, Too)

Around the base of this statue, it says this as one walks clockwise from the front right. And when done circumnavigating, and facing the same direction in the direction the statue of Mary McLeod Bethune, one can see down East Capitol Street to the Capitol Dome:

“I leave you love. I leave you hope. I leave you the challenge of developing confidence in one another. I leave you a thirst for education. I leave you a respect for the use of power. I leave you faith. I leave you racial dignity. I also leave you a desire to live harmoniously with your fellow man. I leave you finally a responsibility to our young people.”

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Found Exhortation (and the Women’s March on Washington)

I was volunteering today at William Penn House, which was providing a comfort station for marchers during the day, as well as being full to capacity with guests.

I was doing some work in the office when a woman who looked about my age came who was in town with a group of women from Long Island for the March.

She came in to William Penn House for a bathroom, not because of any connection to Quakers or the house. But while she was waiting in line for the bathroom she ended up in conversation with the executive director, who said that the board member volunteering downstairs was also from Long Island–perhaps she knew me. It turns out that we went to the same elementary school and lived near enough to each other that we rode the same school bus.

It is just one of the reminders I’ve had this weekend of how connected we are.

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