Pinkish Haze
Magnolias in bloom, cherry trees turning dark pink on their way to pale pink. The great unveiling that is spring in DC has begun! Sri!
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When All Else Fails
When I find it hard to muster sufficient humor about the state of things, there’s always a silly cat picture.
Altar for Dia de Los Muertos
National Museum of the American Indian (just across the Mall from my workplace)
In Our Own Back Yard
It is a great privilege to be able to travel and to experience and witness what is made especially exciting to us by virtue of its difference. If we are open to it, though, we really need go not much further than our own back yards — I use that the term back yard metaphorically as I don’t really have one — or to shut our eyes and sit for meditation to witness the wondrous.
Lunchtime walk after the storm blew through.
State of the Garden
I was staying at a retreat center in Peru on 9/11. I was not with anyone else from the United States. I remember at the first meal after the planes hit, another guest suggesting that the United States deserved it. I also remember the brief moment of gathering sympathy that, as a country, we threw away with the aggressive response.
The best thing about the retreat center was that instead of tea bags, every morning there were fresh herbs from the garden for tea. I continue to make my tea that way as much of the year as the garden is able.
A Good Morning to Sit
For a moment before going inside.
