While I do not believe in hoarding wealth — that’s a significant contributor to our current social problems, I am grateful that I have always been disciplined enough to save for emergencies. So far no one has been hurt. The cat box has been moved to the edge of the room, and the contractor will bring me a sheetrock expert this week.
Started another batch of cucumber pickles.
I was standing around with some neighbors–all masked, but needing to say hello. When getting into political discussion with a neighbor who seems to think there might be a return to “normal,” I happened to glance up and notice how beautiful was the sky.
In the morning, I watered the garden and picked fresh herbs and greens. After work, I made fettuccine and pesto. I talked to two friends (one by phone, the other by Zoom). With both, the conversation was concentrated on what more we can do to actively participate in creating change for ourselves individually and for society as a whole. We had some possible ideas.
I was again called outside by a shift in the quality of the indoor light. I went out onto the sleeping porch over the back garden. Neighbors whose house abuts my back garden on the perpendicular were also drawn to look out, and we watched the growing and fading of the rainbow into the fiery sunset.
Half moon, telephone wires, crepe myrtle
I regularly–as a meditative contemplation (bhavana)–ask myself how does my life contribute to perpetuating systems of injustice and harm to our whole eco-system? Then I contemplate what to do about it.
