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A Little (or Maybe Big) Perspective
I admit it. So caught up I have been in what my friends and colleagues have been posting on the internet about what has happened in our little corner of the world, that I haven’t been reading the news of the world with my usual diligence.
When I head out the door of my building to walk home, I walk past a big homeless shelter. There is a grassy patch and a ledge on the side of the street where I leave the building, and there are always people hanging out. Sometimes they get somewhat belligerent with each other or talk or shout loudly to no one in particular. When I stay late, and it is fully dark, it can feel a bit intimidating.
Tonight the line for a bed inside was especially long; it has been a wet day, and the temperature is dropping. I thought about our tempest as I looked at those who are homeless standing patiently in line in the hope of being able to spend a night inside, and I thought how much service, compassion, and love matter, and how little it matters exactly how or through whom we learn to better embody and live them.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
Where Do Your Tax Dollars Go?
For me, an important part of living yoga off the mat is knowing how I fit into the flow of energies (and money is a big flow of energy and power) in community and what I do to try and shift things where and when I can. One big step in being empowered is not to accept powerlessness, but to act even if yours is only one small voice.
Click here to see the analysis prepared by the Friends Committee on National Legislation to show where your tax dollars go, along with some suggestions for individual action. Participating (at a minimum by being educated about the issues, registering to vote, and actually voting) is important for all of us.
Daniel Webster Statue (and Siva tattva)
On the column that supports this bas-relief and a larger than life standing portrait of Daniel Webster, is engraved: “liberty and union now and forever one and inseparable.” Kind of sounds like a description of the absolute consciousness, the one self, though that was probably, mostly not the intent.





