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Archive for June, 2020

Isolation

I can’t believe it’s taken this long for me to write about isolating and quarantine experience. Perhaps some can relate to the malaise feeling that is now part of my life.Motivation? Not so much… I’m not someone baking sourdough bread, learning a new language, or starting a big puzzle , not even a small one. No new recipes on the horizon . I hope this doesn’t turn into a rambling post. I know all about being grateful for family and friends. I Zoom, FaceTime, and just talking on the phone and communicating is essential. I know I have running water and air conditioning. I wasn’t fired as so many Americans live with. Financial ruin and living with fear. I’m sad for all the wrongs in this world. I’m hoping and believing the numbers for this virus will go down and healing in this broken country begins in November . I wear a mask and social distance . I don’t understand why you wouldn’t . It’s not political, it’s scientific evidence.
I know practicing Buddhist philosophy, doing nothing is something. Batteries are recharging.
Not doing anything negative. Not drinking Vodka with a straw or putting on 20lbs going to the refrigerator every 10 minutes.
Continue to do my exercise routine every day. Not emotionally healthy to obsess when???? No plans for Virginia. No plans for anything…. at this time .
Daisaku Ikeda said “Winter Always Turns To Spring.” Yes, we live with fear and uncertainty for now, but hope is forever. I still hope for a better country.
May you all stay safe and healthy🗽🍀🧘‍♂️❤️

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Sad

This country is bleeding

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Change

I very rarely post anything political, but have been emotional this last week. The news gets worse everyday, sadly. Watching memorial service for George Floyd.
There have been peaceful protest marches in all 50 States. Some in front of my building where I live , giving me the opportunity to be part of a moment in history.
If only everyone who marched, will march to the polls and vote. Then, the streets can be used for dancing and celebrating.💙🍀💙🍀💃🏻
Hope you’ll dance with me . Be healthy and safe .

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My Experience With Racism As A White Child With A Dark Skin White Grandfather

I remember very clearly. I was a child. Probably under 10. I was visiting in Florida with my Papa. Over 70 years ago. We were boarding a bus. We were treated with harsh words by the bus driver . He told my grandfather to sit in the back. I was going with him, and the driver said “no” you sit in the front. I did what he said. My Papa was born in Palestine, now Jerusalem. He looked like Anwar Sadat’s twin. His skin was dark. His sense of humor intact. He wasn’t upset. I remember the experience with sadness . Although segregation no longer exists, hatred is flourishing.

 

 

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