Here we are in November, on the cusp of an election that has the world on edge because we can no longer trust that justice, truth, and democracy will prevail, and my nerves are so frayed that I’m not quite sure what to do. Mere meditation is helpful, but it’s not everything, and with weighty matters like this up in the air, its beneficial effects last for just so long. Sadly, aside from voting, there’s not much I can do, and my brain has to catch up to my heart to ease that worry and tension. There is only so much one person can control, and it’s often even less than we’d like to think. And so, in these tumultuous times of danger and uncertainty, I will do my best to close my curtains to the outside world of negativity and doubt, of anger and ignorance, of uncertainty and disagreement – my focus will be on beauty and peace, on the simple haven within my own heart and home. On with the last days of October 2020…
One year of not drinking alcohol.
My meditation expanded to 26 minutes just in time.
Anecdotes of goblins and great men.
A woodland walk when the veil is thinnest: Part One.
A woodland walk: Part Two.
And a woodland walk: Part Three.
Words of the late hero Elijah Cummings.
Hunks of the Day included Devon Sawa and Luke James.
