Blossoms Around Town
Similar Posts
- Asana, Pranayama, and Yoga Practice | Community and Family | Food for the Mind (Yoga Philosophy, etc) | Meditation
Keeping Things in Perspective
We were holding at New Carrollton Station. Ten minutes or so passed before there was an announcement. The first announcement said that there was a “medical condition.” The second, perhaps five minutes later, referred to a “medical emergency” and that we were waiting for medical personnel to arrive. The third announced a “medical situation” and that we were still waiting for “appropriate medical persons” to come, but that we would leave as soon as they arrived. The final announcement let us know that the medical personnel had arrived and that we were about to depart for the next station. That we were leaving immediately upon arrival made it most likely that the person who was sick was leaving the train to go to the emergency room
Sure. I sent a text to the friend scheduled to pick me up on the other end of my trip and wondered how late I would be. Mostly, I took the experience as a reminder to be grateful that I was merely going to be late to visit friends and family (who would be perfectly understanding) and was not suffering from an accident or sudden illness. I spent a few moments in meditation, holding this stranger and those human beings who lives were just shifted by being in relationship to a greater or lesser degree to this stranger. I contemplated how those 15 minutes of waiting may have been of extreme pain and fear.
Philadelphia Walkabout
The Sunday session of the yoga asana workshop I attended was from 12:30-3:00, and my train was not until almost 7pm. I walked for dozens of blocks, taking photos and looking the extraordinary outpouring of public art and murals. Here’s an excerpt of one piece:
Invocation (Front Stairs)
May peace, joy, love, justice, equity, and beauty prevail. Sidewalk Art Around Town (and Don’t Forget to Vote)
It seems timely for a new category to emerge (they manifest more than I create them intentionally) just as things are about to be soaked and spun about and tossed around. Be safe wherever you are and don’t forget to vote.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
In Honor of Tzaddik RGB
Although, having been raised as a Quaker and continued to practice as such in adulthood, I do not observe most of the Jewish rituals and holidays. This year I was certain that I at least wanted to bake something traditional for Rosh Hashanah, and I felt engaged with wanting some part of ritual observance.
Thus in recognition of RGB leaving this embodiment into that of a tzaddik, I have a honey-glazed, sourdough, apple challah–baked round for the cycle and fullness of the year.
