On the Way Home from Thursday Night Yoga Class

It has been a special day. I met a skink when we were weeding at the Youth Garden. First time I have encountered one.
I am grateful for a life that is healthy and safe enough for such things. Wishing health and safety for all and giving of time and energy (though I am sure it ought to be more) beyond the prayers to help it manifest.

Did you notice the clouds, a blossom, something of joy while still recognizing and doing what you can with the world being as it is in these times?

Soon the leaves will be out and the nest will be completely obscured from view.

It was raining and that was the smallest of discomforts compared to the suffering being funded by our government.
I do not have the courage to refuse to pay taxes. I am willing, however, to give away enough of that portion of my retirement savings that has undeniably been bloated by a war economy to offset most of my tax liability.
