Category: Mind and Spirit
Spirituality, moods, feelings, and thinking free to live free.
The Wandering Monk has missed or miscommunicated about a couple of neighborhood appointments this week, so neighbor J. texted to see if I knew where and how he was. She added she thought she’d seen him on a bike, disappearing down an alley beside a certain building in town. Ninety-nine percent sure, she said, although we agreed that was highly unlikely. Then today I went past that building, and there was the Monk’s doppelganger. Same lean build. Same angular features, same dark hair in a ponytail, same doo-rag around his forehead, similar face. Except that this was clearly the evil…
This is Valerie Castile, mother of cop-murdered Philando Castile, embracing Don Damond, fiancé of cop-murdered Justine Damond. They were together at a march through the streets of Minneapolis that was joined by people of multiple races. Residents along the route came out of their homes to show support. As long as gangs of cops are roaming the streets with license to kill, this is how it ought to be. Castile’s black son was slaughtered (for the crime of being a lawful gun owner) by a pale-complected gunman, Jeronimo Yanez. Damond’s white fiancée was blown off the face of the earth…
I gather from the lack of response when I mentioned the show that few around here are devotees of Downton Abbey, the great Masterpiece series that ran for six big-hit years before its creators decided gracefully to bow out. In a way I’m not surprised at the lack of a Living Freedom Downton Abbey Rah Rah Fan Club. Outwardly Downton has nothing to do with freedom. It’s also a kitchen-and-drawing-room drama, offputting for you, my largely male readership. So I’m not saying everyone should just rush right out and binge-stream Downton Abbey until they’ve gained 50 pounds from all the…
Is that boring, or what? Isn’t it funny that the parts of life that are the best often make the dullest reading? Boy and girl meet and never have a moment’s discord. Who wants to read that? Towering couple screaming at each other as if they were actors in Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? Couple being pulled separately through the gates of hell. That’s what we like. Even oil-and-water rom-com cuties finding their way through dating mishaps to True Love. The good stuff is boooooooring. War stories. Murder mysteries. Tragic or violent family sagas. That’s what we really like. But…