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A member of a text group of hyper local neighbors sent a text with a “rainbow alert,” as a fierce thunderstorm was coming to an end.
I was already watching and photographing. Another neighbor sent a photo of an enormous tree limb that had just fallen to the sidewalk due to the storm. Fortunately, no one was hurt.

There is much yet to be done–nearly half supported more viciousness and vitriol. But for now, a pause and a recognition of the efforts that have been devoted thus far. Tomorrow I will ask myself, as I do on a regular and evolving basis, how next can I best contribute?

In the room at William Penn House where I lead the community yoga class on Tuesday nights, a stained glass image of a rose hangs in the window.
I did not pick the location for the decor, and the decoration long preceded the regular yoga class.
The yoga class has now been held for a sufficient period of time, though, that it might start to appear that the reason for the image to be in the room is that “rose garden yoga” holds a practice there.
It’s a pleasant space and aways a great group of students. Do come join us when you can.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
It is the limits of the phone camera abilities that makes the moon appear more full and also less defined than it appeared to my prescription glasses enhanced vision.
This as metaphor for my individual perception of our shared experiences.
