It rained heavily in the night and now we are tucked in fog. It is comforting somehow to have the view so shortened, enclosed. Perhaps it offers a respite from the news. I am baffled by how people do not see that taxes pay for services. They pay for our schools, roads, parks, and police and fire protection. In the past, the wealthy have been more heavily taxed percentage wise because they were living above a basic survival level, or at least as seen by most people. The ridiculous rise in housing prices began when people needed more than one home. They needed two, three, or more. People used to think it was luxurious to have inside plumbing, and then, two bathrooms became the norm. Around here, houses have been built with marble bathrooms so huge and cold and mirrored and intimidating I wouldn't want to be alone in one. I like cozy, thus, my love of fog.
My friend Elaine sent me this reminder this morning. I think when each of us steps into the joy of our full potential, we will see that liberation ignite in compassion, kindness and the cultivation of humanity for all. That is my hope. That is my prayer.
Marianne Williamson:
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
