On the Way Home from Tuesday Night Yoga Practice at William Penn House
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Altars Around Town
These devotional candles were on the fence enclosing a neighbor’s garden. I appreciate the sentiment, and am grateful and have financially supported both.
I am also moved to ask why it is we put people on pedestals. Could it also be in part a way of letting oneself off the hook for doing what is in our capabilities because only the contributions of those who are more than human have real meaning?
Saint Stacey—Blessed Sister of Truth to Power Saint AOC— Patron Saint of Bullshit Intolerance - Asana, Pranayama, and Yoga Practice | Food for the Mind (Yoga Philosophy, etc) | Meditation | Photos
Wonder Here at Home
I have been pining for a great adventure that would crack open my heart and remind me of the exalted.
A look at the sky as I did errands in the middle of my work day reminded me that all we need to find that ecstatic sense of awe is to be open to it right where we are.
The sadhana is to stay filled with awe as we do our work and chores, no matter how prosaic or stressful. Easier said than done, but worth every bit of effort (tapas).
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Found Exhortation (and the Women’s March on Washington)
I was volunteering today at William Penn House, which was providing a comfort station for marchers during the day, as well as being full to capacity with guests.
I was doing some work in the office when a woman who looked about my age came who was in town with a group of women from Long Island for the March.
She came in to William Penn House for a bathroom, not because of any connection to Quakers or the house. But while she was waiting in line for the bathroom she ended up in conversation with the executive director, who said that the board member volunteering downstairs was also from Long Island–perhaps she knew me. It turns out that we went to the same elementary school and lived near enough to each other that we rode the same school bus.
It is just one of the reminders I’ve had this weekend of how connected we are.
