I have to laugh when Trump says:“The cheating is rampant in our elections. It’s rampant. … They want to cheat. They have cheated. And their policy is so bad that the only way they can get elected is to cheat and we’re going to stop it.”

Who’s in office?  Is he admitting he cheated to get there?  That’s what I conclude.

To anchor myself amidst the lies, I’m reading Evelyn Underhill’s book Practical Mysticism.  Written in 1914 to counteract the horror of World War I, she leads us within to nourish, and to bring forth the supple sensing that connects us with wonder and awe.

It’s raining here, inviting an invitation to ground and rise.