It’s raining, so again today I’m wrapped in cleansing support.

Even so, my heart is heavy. Though I comfort myself with knowing I and my family and friends are currently safe, others are not.  I embrace the immensity of what is going on.

We share a boat as we balance the up and down movement of ocean waves, the spread of a virus and fear in the air.   

I read that college classes on Zoom show the differences in our lives, so one person may call in from a vacation home in Maine while another is struggling to help keep her family business alive.  If all of this is about how we meet what comes, and an attitude of Is That So?, then I suppose a rounded expansion can hold it all, and yet, helping hands and hearts are needed now as we feel the importance of each one.  

I keep seeing the image of Heaven as a place where people use long-handled spoons to feed each other, and Hell as a place where they starve because they don’t.

The Toastmasters Club which I was part of for many years is now meeting on Zoom, as is my Sensory Awareness community and one of my book clubs.  I’m aware that yes, it helps to see each other on a flat screen, each of us in our own environment, but we are missing the energy exchange that occurs in person where our hearts literally reach out and energetically touch.

It’s said that communication is only 7 percent verbal and 93 percent non-verbal. The non-verbal component is made up of body language (55 percent) and tone of voice (38 percent).  The numbers are disputed but I think we all know the visceral response we have to some people, and perhaps the power of the non-verbal helps explain how one person can contradict himself and utter nonsense, and still be in office.  

Today is Palm Sunday.  I remember walking out of church with a palm frond when I was young.  It’s Holy Week, a time of introspection and celebration for some. Passover begins Wednesday evening.  However one celebrates the blossoming and expansiveness of Spring, it will be different this year. Different, and yet heart connection is still there, even through screens, and I must admit I’m craving more touch, and yet, here I am, able to cultivate intimacy with myself, the movement and processes I am.   I can welcome, follow, and be with the breath as it moves through and around me. I welcome this guest.  

On another note, I read Heather Cox Richardson each morning as she summarizes the political situation of the day before.

Today I read:

In an interview on the Fox News Channel on Monday, Trump explained his objection to Democrats’ efforts to appropriate billions of dollars for election security in the $2.2 trillion coronavirus relief package. “The things they had in there were crazy,” he told the hosts. “They had things, levels of voting that if you’d ever agreed to it, you’d never have a Republican elected in this country again.” On Wednesday, the Georgia House Speaker, Republican David Ralston, echoed Trump. He opposed sending absentee ballots to the state’s registered voters because the effort would lead to higher voter participation. That would “be extremely devastating to Republicans and conservatives in Georgia.”

They are saying out loud what scholars of politics have known for a long time: the Republicans are a minority party. They win by keeping their opponents from voting, or by making sure their votes are undercounted. 

A democracy is in crisis if the majority of its people do not support the party in power. We can manage a glitch or two, but a systemic perversion of the government through manipulation by one group or another will destroy our faith that our government truly represents us.

The times are precarious, requiring each one of us to be awake.  Buds are opening their petals to sun, birds, and bees. Trees are spreading their branches, many with newly opened leaves.  Fruit is forming, and so are we.  

It’s time to cultivate even deeper, more expanded intimacy within ourselves and this world we share.  Come to the present of presence, each moment, each breath!

And now I’m going to make blueberry muffins, as I digest what my son tells me about my five month old grandson who has discovered his shadow. What a treat!!

Sun and Shade

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