My son called last night. His company had lay-offs yesterday. People were called in to an office and came out crying, were escorted out.
What does that do to us, each of us? It's happening each day around the country. I wasn't there and don't even know these people and yet tears fill my heart.
I find it overwhelming to read of the projects that must be tackled: health care, infrastructure, jobs. The immediacy of the problems are shocking, and in this moment, the sky is blue and the sun is shining. The last cloud in my view was just carried gently east.
Carried - that word keeps coming up this morning. I see things carried. Perhaps it is the Sufi meditations I've been doing, the trust that we are carried, supported, embraced. Our eyes curve to hold gently, if we choose, all that we view.
I like to find a bright side in things. I read recently that unions were the reason we began to divide life into "work" and "play." People began to live for the weekends. TGIF became a popular restaurant-bar chain. I think we need unions. Reading recently about the porter's union was uplifting to me, and what I see now is that people are grateful to have a job, thrilled to have the communion, community and reward of work, and there is the obvious financial independence of work.
We are all in this together. Each one of us is affected. Decisions need to be made quickly and we have a man and administration who can do it. Let's gather now in support and see what we can do.
From Panhala this morning:
they will never harm another, and they will come to find
they hold everything you want.
lift anything to your
mouth that might wound your precious land –
that sacred earth that is your body.
the power that made the universe will enter your sinew
from a source not outside your limbs, but from a holy realm
that lives in us.
When the moment cracks open, ecstasy leaps out and devours space;
love goes mad with the blessings, like my words give.
The mind that tries to shape tomorrow beyond its capacities
will find no rest.
Forget any sounds or touch you knew that did not help you dance.
You will come to see that all evolves us.
(Love Poems From God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West by Daniel Ladinsky)