Amrita



I meant to post a picture of yet another heart-shaped cloud (this one a rosy pink at twilight). The memory card that had the picture, though, insisted on being reformatted and dissolving the data. One minute there, the next second dissolved–play (lila) like Shiva. I offer you instead this picture of the African violet again in full bloom. It is a plant happy to be where it is.
A friend gave me this sticker of Durga, which I put on my current journal. She’s looking kind of sweet here, and her lion somewhat Aslan-like. Some images show her looking much scarier.
She carries an array of weapons, knows how and when to use them, and undeniably and fully embodies her own power. She is also described as being infinitely compassionate.
I took this photo earlier in the evening before failed attempts simultaneously to photograph the cat on my lap and the impeachment proceedings on streaming video. I think of all those working so hard and so bravely. For some time, I sat paying attention and also meditating–my personal variation on a Quaker practice of having someone present sit and hold all in the light while the business of the meeting is being conducted.
And I also made an extra donation.
