What I Did On My Summer Vacation

This summer was a stretch.

This summer

– more than ever I have felt blessed to wake up with a roof over my head, an uninterrupted supply of electricity and running water, ample family time and collaborative work, and absorbing and hopeful conversations in, around, and about Baltimore.

– three family members traveling abroad returned home safely. Two of them had enjoyed a meal at an outdoor cafe where guns and death showed up just a week later.

– has also been a time of sorrows near and far, of losses and illnesses and declining health among dear ones.  Of fears both real and imagined in the psyche of our country.  Of polarizing words both heart-felt and calculated in this election season.

And because a life of practice is about meeting the movements of life, all of them, the tent of the world I live in has been unimaginably stretched this summer. Not the least by my inviting into that tent my feelings of frustration, resentment, and helplessness at the state of things, even as I bless my blessings and stand up as best I can for the good as I see it.

A Life of Practice blog will start coming to you weekly this fall… and watch for news as the website and blog approach their first anniversary in October.

Do drop me a comment below if you are facing a particular challenge to practice in daily life that you would like me to chew on and write about, or an issue in herbal care you’d like me to shed some light on.

I hope your summer has been full of simple and satisfying pleasures, and that you have had the support to make it through any adversities both strengthened and softened.

 

July viewed from September

by Sara Eisenberg

 

Seashells from July travels

four out of five week-ends on the interstates,

a measure of my devotion to not missing out on the best lines of the season:

“You should never wear your best trousers when you go out to fight for freedom and truth.”

“Full disclosure.”

“Good fool, help me to some light and some paper.”

“I’m a seed in a pomegranate.”

 

I deduct and reason from the evidence of these seashells

how brave and tender we are,

gathering to weave words, music,

to choose life.

 

All this while CSI tapes criss-cross the world:

193 “terrorist incidents”

1528 dead, excluding perpetrators

2269 injured, excluding perpetrators

 

No EZ pass propels me through these tolls.

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