The separation between meditation and reality

Meditation: gathering and letting go, gathering up again what’s been let go, going on with the gathering and letting go for a total of 9 minutes, adding 1 minute more each day until no more minutes can be added.

After this specific meditation time, I write a letter to my Senator, a man named John Barrasso III (R-WY), staunch defender of Mitch McConnell (R-KY): “Dear Barrasso—it’s so disappointing to me that there are people like you in my country! No wonder Republicans are such pro-lifers and pack the courts with anti-abortionist jurors, as Republicans are born with the innate fear of having been exterminated at birth, their own parents seeing them for what they are at the very beginning.”

Rising and falling with the breath, falling more than rising, rising more than falling, following myself in and out of invisible doors that are opening and closing. Fog that wears its white, night that wears the fog.

Believe in democracy as the basic human right to be human. Experiment with experience if only to see what could happen. Read as many books as humanly possible. Keep writing letters. Vote as if both cutting out a cancer and welcoming a new member to your family.

Tomorrow’s meditation: to add one more minute to tomorrow, and then another minute the next day and so on.

When I wish upon a star, makes no difference where I are.