"When our awareness is deeply rooted," says Thich Nhat Hanh, "we can return to the city."
I can't leave this city in order to return to it, but a silent hour in a candlelit room the other day was a definite departure. It left me quieter, connected, and, I guess, rooted in awareness.
That hazy language of "awareness" and "being centered" makes me wary. But something's going on, and my mind is working at warp speed making connections and decisions and hosting revelations.
A couple revelations:
Racism is a much deeper issue than I imagined, connected to classism and wealth and power and inseparable from our other myriad sins.
Oddly, refuge is sometimes found among the rockiest parts of life.