The sunrise put pink hightlings into the clouds and made me think of the Odyssey, "dawn with it's rosey fingers."
Shams pointed out to me that I was clinging to an outcome in the U.S.A. election.
Rebecca Solnit: “They want you to feel powerless and surrender and let them trample everything and you are not going to let them. You are not giving up, and neither am I. The fact that we cannot save everything does not mean we cannot save anything and everything we can save is worth saving.”
“yes, i know.... it is hard to grasp that it has come to this. and it is like a catastrophic diagnosis: this is what we have been given to work with. and we will....” Joan Halifax.
She has lots of consoling words. "In ancient times, pilgrims walking El Camino greeted each other in Latin with this salutation: Ulteria, meaning, ‘keep going, more the beyond.’ The reply in Latin was Et Suseia, meaning, go higher…. This is our path forward... Ulteria, Et Suseia..." tweet
I tried to convince people to vote, and New York voted for Harris. One of the few presidents who doesn't win his home state, even Mondale won his home state.
I put too much energy into my political fantasy world, I need to touch grass, and hug my daughter. It's painful lesson.
In my cycle of meditation, this morning is karuna, compassion. Needed now more than ever. Can't get attached to election results. Just do you part and let the chips fall where they may. Keep live and do the next right thing.
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