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Blossoms Around Town
Today I was filled with grief and anxiety, having taken in the pictures of India and Palestine and Iran and New York and Italy and for-profit prisons in the US and cages of refugees at the border and the over-burdened and under-supported health care workers and and and. And being out walking is strange.
First, I counted my blessings. Then because I know what helps me, I did it:
I sat myself down and did pranayama and meditation, made healthy simple meals, worked with focus all day, gave more money to those out helping and trying to change things for the better, spent some time cleaning and gardening, and soon will return to practicing, putting aside the influx of information for the remaining hours before bed.
Blessings to all of you.
RIP Thich Nhat Hanh
His examples and teachings will live on.
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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.
Strange Light
I was again called outside by a shift in the quality of the indoor light. I went out onto the sleeping porch over the back garden. Neighbors whose house abuts my back garden on the perpendicular were also drawn to look out, and we watched the growing and fading of the rainbow into the fiery sunset.
Neighborhood Walk Before Sunday Contact Improv Jam
The air was dusty because we are in such dire need of rain, but the trees still were vibrant with color.
