I promised I’d write more this year, exercise more regularly, deepen my meditation practice. But the year is almost over, and how little progress I’ve made. How unhappy I am with the current administration. Yes, Mr. President, I know there are only so many hours in a day. But promises were made, sir: to govern yourself more wisely; to keep imperial misadventures to a minimum; to ask not what the Mystery can do for you, but what you can do for the Mystery.
I don’t want to shirk my responsibilities — only, what are my responsibilities? Where does my life end and the life I share with everyone else on the planet begin? This morning I heard a flock of geese overhead but didn’t look up. Nearly a billion people will go to bed hungry tonight.