I don’t think I would have found these beautiful anywhere else, but I have to love them at the entrance to a midtown parking garage.
If I have done this correctly, it is Christmas day (Boxing day for those of you who are email subscribers). If all is on schedule, I am basking in warmth (though possibly with lots of rain) witnessing ritual that in form is another world than Christmas in the cold United States. At another level, it is all one–a deep and heartfelt yearning for and an offering of love. Whatever your beliefs, whatever you are doing on this day, and however you might practice or worship, if at all, I wish you all much love, peace, and joy.
While conscious of the perils of global climate change and my obligation to take action, I still enjoyed this balmy, late Spring-like day.
Today I am practicing gratitude that the final death throes of my 31-year old washer-dryer simply means having to go through the expense and annoyance of getting a replacement.
Due to unforeseen circumstances, practice will be at a new location. PM me if you’re interested in coming.
