It goes well with the book I am currently reading Breakfast with Buddha by Roland Merullo.
Why are we Americans so angry and we are. Is there a way we are taking pleasure in our anger to avoid feeling our fear? Life feels pretty out of control at this point. It is odd to read this morning that Goldman Sachs posted the richest quarterly profit in its 140-year history and will be generously compensating its "workers." The excessive bonuses are back. Meanwhile across the country people are suffering and towns disappearing. In Breakfast with Buddha, two men, one of them a Buddhist Rinpoche, are driving from the East Coast to North Dakota. Their route is circuitous, like life. I don't yet know the end and perhaps there is no end and I am enjoying the journey, and the recognition that I get angry and what does that mean for myself and the world, and when is it justified to motivate me to change and when would I personally be better served by allowing a wider view to form around me.
The fog has moved in, but lightly so. It will soon clear. It is a perfect day, as is every day, to explore what brews within.
I continue to keep my chisel out seeking to uncover and reveal the natural in my formation, to get a little closer to what I feel and why.
Enjoy this summer day!