On this day...
It's Sunday, the day I shop at 7 AM, during the "Old People's" shopping time. It's my one outing, and it's weekly. I shopped as usual, and driving home, listening to George Harrison "Living in the Material World" I felt so strongly George's presence, and I asked him to help. Help me. Whatever the work is that's left for me, and there seems to be plenty of it, I am still here, and I sure could use help. Then they just flooded in, all my beloved dead; Maureen, my parents, my brother, Madelin; so many have passed. And I remembered how all of us who live are descended from people who lived through so much. I thought of my friend Yoeke's mother, who survived a nazi concentration camp. I think of my melinated friends and what they go through.
On this week's episode of Paradigms I spoke with Sandor Katz about his new book "Fermentation as Metaphor". One thing he shared is that we are each made up of and host to trillions of micro-organisms, and it made me think, maybe we can appeal to or somehow reach out to the micro-organisms in the people who are filled with rage and believing lies and pushing a violent racist agenda. We know that meditation changes the literal vibrations around the meditator. Do these concepts offer ways to get through to people who are so lost they don't believe their own eyes and ears anymore, but only what they are told by someone they idolize?
It's morning still, early. What will this day bring?
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