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Signs Around Town (and 50 Years Ago Today)
I would have been six. I remember my mother weeping and explaining to me why.

State of the Garden
I woke up sad this morning. I gave a political contribution, sat for meditation, and went out into the garden before going upstairs to work. I’m still sad, but engaged myself in what I was doing for the full day–trying to take care of community and self and be absorbed in what I was doing so that it could be done most fully. My consciousness thus engaged elsewhere, I did not absorb time and energy with my sadness.

A Satisfying Morning
This morning I again joined “Living Classrooms DC,” which I found through the “Sustainable DC” volunteer website, removing invasive shrub honeysuckle. It is only one of the invasive species threatening the balance of health on the islands. Just because a nursery sells an invasive (for example English ivy) and you see it around, does not mean it is healthy to plant. Please check and do not plant any invasives.

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Watching the Clouds Dissipate
Tonight (technically very early tomorrow morning), will be the first full lunar eclipse on the winter solstice in 350 years. Part of me wants the sky to be clear so that I can witness this extraordinary event. The other part yearns for a cloudy forecast so I can stay warm in my bed at 3 a.m. without feeling that it would be my own inaction that led me to miss the eclipse.
I think we all feel this way about our practice sometimes. We want to have the great openings that come from a deep and steady practice, but it would be oh so nice if they came without effort. And an excuse not to practice that comes from somewhere out of our control makes it so much easier to accept not getting the benefits.
Unlike a cloud cover blocking our view of the moon, though, there aren’t many things that actually prevent practicing, although they might change what kind of practices we can do at a particular time in our lives.



