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Butterfly on a Heap of Trash
Om mane padme humOm Shanti, Shanti, Shanti
I went outside in the middle of the day to get supplies from the hardware store for plumbing repairs. An expert friend was teaching me how while doing the needed repairs.
This is one of the things I saw.
On My Walk Home From Work
With his camera,
I took three pictures
of one monk smiling
At the Capitol. He was
in his orange robe.
I took One picture
with my phone.
Of three monks. Or
Perhaps they were
two monks and
an accolyte.
Here it is.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
Happy “Independence” Day
I received a half dozen emails over the past week from various sources inviting me to think about what Independence Day, and correlatively, the Bill of Rights and the Constitution, mean to me? What does the Bill of Rights mean to a progressive, feminist, environmentalist (contrasted, for example, with someone whose life passion is to prove that true freedom is the right to carry a gun)?
When was the last time you thought about the Bill of Rights? What does it mean to you? Does it have a different meaning for you as an individual and you than as part of a collective?
