I had thought that most of my fellow citizens agreed on the core values of inclusion and mutual respect…that most of us welcomed our diversity. Maybe I was misled by the idealism of the 1960’s.
We never know for sure whether the decisions we make — the actions we take — will make the world better or worse. Yet we keep trying.
Originally posted on Melting-Pot Dharma:
I know how Joe Biden feels. I don’t think I’ve ever used that phrase before, because of course we can never know. But this time I think I’m close enough for horseshoes and hand grenades. Joe lost his 46-year-old son Beau less than four months ago, on May 30. Two days…
I’m sick and tired of my white privilege. And I’m sick and tired of having my nose rubbed in my white privilege.
But most of all the election result has called into question my own eyes of compassion and commitment to the inherent worth and dignity of every person. I failed to see how fearful and angry were so many of my fellow Americans.
Blogging has brought me many friends, some from different cultures, and some with different belief systems. We share our deeply held convictions via a mutual respect that grows out of our sincerity. I share this column today by one of those dear friends whom I value for her honesty. I ask you to read it with respect and a desire to understand.
I voted today. I wish I could say I was proud of it. Much has been written about this election. There’s nothing I can add about that, but maybe there’s something to say about my vote. I realized this morning that I was voting out of fear rather than hope. My Buddhist practice leans heavily…
Those of us who are not starving, being bombed, or being shot at all need to make daily decisions about what we can do for those who are, and what’s OK to do for ourselves.
…it’s natural to react with shock and fear to the Brussels bombings. But when we take refuge in out heart-mind, or our Buddha-nature, we see that we are far less fearful of many bigger threats — like riding in a car.
When we see no daylight between ourselves and our opinions and positions, we become dangerous to ourselves and others, to the fabric of our interdependent web of existence.
…every presidential debate needs to have a winner, a loser and momentous import. Every state’s primary process is definitive. Every noticeable dip or rise in the stock market indicates a possibly historic trend.
Woody Guthrie saw “God Bless America” as the wrong song. He was sick of hearing it on the radio.