Statuary Around Town (and the Promise of Roses)


They pull me to go look at them–Jupiter and Saturn in conjunction–so bright. The waxing moon’s brightness shone over its own shadow and also Saturn.


I am deeply grateful that I can soothe myself with food. I made basil, garlic chive pesto last summer when the garden was at its height and froze some (before adding cheese). The sourdough starter needs to be used at least a couple of times a month. I made enough dough to have a personal pizza four or five times. Finally got the crust both crunchy and chewy.
I could mention that work is busy, I am continuing to refine and expand making reparations and seeking decency and justice, and I am participating in an on-line meditation retreat with an hour of practice at noon every day this week.

My friend Dan posted a blog entry earlier this week talking about getting distracted by a rainbow. He wrote that he was sure that other “grownups” did not get distracted by the rainbow. As I was observing the way people were commuting this afternoon, grimly looking down, hurrying along, texting and phoning, and apparently completely disconnected to the beauty around them, I thought of Dan’s blog. I thought not seeing the sky or turning away from its beauty is not being fully “grown up.”
Part of my friendship with you, Dan, is sharing the wonder of looking at rainbows. It is the “distraction” perhaps that is the invitation, at least in my own practice, for more skill. In seeking to live the life of a “householder yogin,” I am trying to be the grownup who always sees the rainbow and takes time to see it, but has the skill to illuminate even the most mundane of daily activities with the wonder of seeing the rainbow.