It’s a few weeks shy, but the geography is right. It was while visiting DC last July that I launched into this space. Bush was limping out of town. The Fannie Mae and Freddy Mac scandal had seized the town. The depth of the economic crisis was starting to take root in our collective consciousness, but the circus of the presidential campaigns provided ample distraction. I was deeply affected by a homeless encampment under a train bridge literally less then one hundred yards from the main stage of the huge conference I was attending just down the block from the U.S. Treasury. Walking for blocks beside the Department of Agriculture I began to recognize the scale of our bureaucracy.
This year the beltway is gripped by the uprising in Iran and the talk of health care reform. Each of the Senate Offices I visited while doing some advocacy with NATSAP was swamped with the bustle of the machine. With the July 4th recess approaching an implosion of work just got dropped in their laps of all the aides. Most where still smiling.
As I consider my own journey this lap around the sun I’m struck how focused I’ve been able to remain. I started this blog last July with the simple post Ever Anew:
Ever anew, the demand for commitment. When I learnt reading Sylvia Brinton Perera that Queen Maeve’s challenge to her chosen was name the three deepest desires of your heart (and here’s the kicker) in the next breath!, it was then I knew I had yet to get serious with my practice, my posture, or my life.It took about six weeks to clarify and prepare myself for that eventual ordeal. Since then, my entire life path has changed and the doors are opening by themselves…

Portal to the Mythic
Screwed Up, as in the past tense
Turn it over.