A Devi


The space between the spheres thins and the wind creates passageways.
The spirits are outraged; how could they be otherwise? Their dance tramples
And blows things down, but still cannot help but create beauty.
The leaves–green, red, gold, brown from the drought, that distant memory–
Hang listlessly with the weight of rain and a bit of slush
Hardly even dancing in the wind, but still becoming perhaps
More extravagantly lovely by the storm’s grey light.
Sometimes it is hard to tell whether our actions are making a difference. Yoga would have us do it for the sake of the action, not the result.
Today I ordered my first batch of postcards to reach out to voters in swing states: https://www.turnoutpac.org/postcards-faq/ in addition to giving additional contributions to my regular monthly support.
May what we do bring more happiness, safety, and health for all.