Memorial Day Walk to Congressional Cemetery
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0herry Blossoms in the Rain
As I have walked around town enjoying the spring surge of blossoming trees, I found myself remembering that our most famous cherry blossoms were a gift from the Japanese, which remembrance sent a deeper yearning to help send healing.
At one sunny, pink-blossomed drenched moment yesterday, I found myself asking how could one’s heart not reach out to a people who brought us such beauty. I then thought that this country had no problem incarcerating “those” people on “our” soil and bombing their country when the arrival of the gift of our famous cherry trees was still in living memory. At that time, “they” had become our country’s enemies because of the actions and statements of those in power. The gift had become irrelevant in the context of war.
The peril in both thoughts is that they distance us from opening and relating to the essential identity and humanity in all of the individuals we meet of various nationalities and alliances–whether in a time of gift-giving or in a time when we cannot abide the actions or ideas of those in power.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
Maitri Getting Ready to Help Me Lead Saturday Morning Yoga Class
Send me a message if you want to join.
Also, don’t yet have exact details, but I will be leading a free Zoom practice on Thanksgiving morning and hope to see some. Making a donation and sharing about it in chat will be welcomed, but not required. Details to come.
Signs Around Town (South Indian Pilgrimage Style)
I chose not to partake myself. When and how and where and why we participate in ritual should have nothing to do with anyone else’s decisions and actions to the extent they don’t harm or demand obedience or belief from anyone else.
In places like this, though, it is important to keep an open mind and heart.
