Stumble-bum Biden; more tears for Margi as I move out; being Hitler today; spiritual reading

On Day Seven of the Big Move, I took five contractor bags of Margi’s beautiful clothes .. all of them so tasteful but ALL bought at thrift stores — to the dump. (St. Vincent de Paul’s rejected most of them; almost no woman in this overweight town and nation is petite and can wear clothes for a 100-pound woman….not good for this country.)

It hurt me all over again — I was seriously bummed out — to see those nice things Margi once wore and to remember through them the loving, loyal, character-forming times and challenges we faced together, her and me 2005-2022: a team, friends, lovers, NS comrades, husband and wife.

….spiritual reading for June 2

There is a place within you that is as large as the universe, as sweet as nectar and as safe as a mother’s lap. It is a place all of you have touched, and that many of you have dwelt from time to time. Today is a very good day to spend time there. It is a refuge from the madness that often swirls around you. It is a nest, a burrow, and yet it has no limits.

Go to your center and sit quietly. Look for the stillness, the space in which the activity stops. If you have found it, you will get a sign of some sort. There will be warmth or light or perhaps just the certainty that you are there. For sure, you will feel good in some way or another.

Now, this is something that you know. However, as the energies which affect you grow wilder and less restrained, it is very, very important to be comfortable with some strategies you can use to stay upright.

Really. This is what is at stake.

Have you not noticed the people dropping everywhere by the wayside? Have you not seen that those who are not bending are breaking? It is imperative that you find some ways that will work for you to step out of it, to succor and tend to your own needs. To stay alive and well in the midst of chaos and insanity.

This is one way. It may not click for all, but give it a try. See what you can learn about yourself, your willingness to protect yourself and the means to that end which most resonate for you.

Much of what we have been advising lately is repetitive and frankly, a little dull. We see that, you know. Yet it is valuable. Learning to do almost anything entails periods of drudgery. One does not dance well simply by imagining a featherlight flight across a stage. One learns to dance by–yes– imagining the outcome, but also by working hard, day after day after day to master the intricacies and the small movements without which one could not leap or soar, but which cannot be seen from without.

Such is your task. If you would be masters you must practice.

*** Famous joke about this

(Wiki) Carnegie Hall (generally pronounced /ˌkɑrnɨɡi ˈhɔːl/) is a concert venue in Midtown Manhattan in New York City located at 881 Seventh Avenue, occupying the east stretch of Seventh Avenue between West 56th Street and West 57th Street, two blocks south of Central Park.

Designed by architect William Burnet Tuthill and built by the Pittsburgh steelmaker and philanthropist Andrew Carnegie in 1891, it is one of the most famous venues in the United States for classical music and popular music, renowned for its beauty, history and acoustics. Carnegie Hall has its own artistic programming, development, and marketing departments, and presents about 250 performances each season.

A passerby in Manhattan stopped a New Yorker on the street, not realizing he was a world-famous violinist, and asked:

“Sir, can you tell me how to get to Carnegie Hall?”

The violinist answered: “PRACTICE, kid, practice!”

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So try this out if you will. Spend some time finding your center, the mother’s lap. And replenish yourself there. Then, approach your day with an eye to observation and understanding. See what you can learn, and determine that you will end the day just a little wiser and stronger than you began it. And so you will.

We send all of our love.

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