I still feel healing energy by being here in this house, loving spending time with Leo and Simon and the ability today to finally walk outside. It was hot but not deathly hot, so walking in the shade was even pleasant.
I am a bit anxious underlying this about my return to London, but keep returning to the day and the moment. When meditating, I remember the mantra of one of my yoga teachers when we were in deep relaxation after class: nowhere to go, nothing to do...and I add: nothing to be. Somehow I find this very relaxing.
So, I will (almost) end this short post with some photos from today's walk and the Mississippi River (which I've seen at the end of it's journey in Louisiana and now near it's source in Minneapolis - runs the whole way through the country. An astonishing beauty.
|on the walk home from the River...noticing simple beauty of tree lined sidewalk|
|....and the trees themselves|
|Mississippi River and a bridge with arches that look like a bird|
|a red painted plea for help with cross visible above - Darcy noticed this view|
And then but....the news that Georgia has implemented a law that makes it a felony to rent accommodation to illegal immigrants, that Alabama wants to bring back caning...and and and... I wonder when did this gorgeous country turn brutal?
But then too the story of James' acquaintance who managed to get the mic at a Tea Party rally and got the crowd all lathered up about how immigrants are taking our jobs and our homes, etc. and then said, "So all you people whose families came from Europe, go back home!"
So, there you have it, once again - the great paradox that is America - from the politics I abhor to the kind of personal bravery I adore....so where will she where will she where will she land....?
You, dear readers, will of course the first to know...well, after me of course...at least I hope so....