Waiting for the Bus
Is it benign multitasking or a sign of being too attached to social media that I am writing while I am waiting for the bus home? I have taken my moment to appreciate the beauty of the Dome. Tonight, I… (READ MORE)
The Walk From My House to House of Hands (and the start of Standard Time)
It felt good to sleep in and still wake up at my usual 6am. I did my morning practice, went to meeting for worship, joined in at a fundraising lunch for Pakistan flood relief, looked at the Truth Beauty exhibit… (READ MORE)
Sometimes When It Seems As Though I Don’t Have Much to Say
it is because I have too much to say. I am thinking about many things, deeply and all at once. When I write in my journal, unexpected thoughts emerge from some depths. At this stage, the thoughts are for myself…. (READ MORE)
Found Exhortation
When We Look Inward
When we go deep inside with our practice, we should recognize that we are just spirit reflecting back on itself.
Outrageous Sky (Over the Tree in Front of My House, in the Direction of the Capitol)
Whoever Comes and Goes
in the Hart Senate Building, the sky will still be magnificent and spacious (though how polluted it is may change).
The Word on the Street
is that sometimes I love this crazy country (and the Dome).
At Last (Solar Installation Update)
At long last, now that the leaves are turning color and leaving the trees, and the days are getting shorter, the solar system I had installed was turned “on” this morning. I am hoping to watch the meter go backwards… (READ MORE)
If I Had Not Gone to the Green Festival
I would not have seen this terrifying ad by a defense company in the metro soliciting employees of the army to buy certain weapons products. A clarion call to go green, to seek peace, and to invite ourselves and others… (READ MORE)