Today, Pico Iyer writes a guest essay in the New York Times about when he lost everything in the 1990 Santa Barbara fire.  He says, “Years later a friend would tell me that the Sufis say that you truly possess only what you cannot lose in a shipwreck.”  Living where I do, I am aware of the fragility of the landscape, and the pulse of impermanence.

I read that Trump is a master of the image, of framing and lighting and that’s useful, of course, as here he is again, and then, there is a place of reality, not fantasy.

He’s moved the Inauguration supposedly because of the cold weather, but I wonder about the image of an inauguration with small crowds, many of whom don’t support his lies and deceit.  Michelle Obama and Nancy Pelosi will not be there.  The image may be out of his control.

I think of how we open and close doors, of how we allow the eyelids to cover and uncover the eyes.  How do we meet what comes and unify the tides?