https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Tamjyv8fc8&feature=youtu.be — Wednesday, January 20, 1988 James Rutenbeck asked if I could shoot for him in Iowa tomorrow. He has been filming a farmer-family in distress and close to losing their farm. The Ferraris are loosely related to the family in Maranello. Richard Gephardt's campaign people chose their farm for a photo opportunity. I taxied… Continue reading Losing Ground and The Iowa Caucuses
I forgive myself. I give myself permission to be happy. I am thankful for the many blessings of my life. I try to have compassion for all sentient beings including myself. I accept a posture of humility in the enormity of existence. I forgive myself— Beginning with the lustful act in which I was… Continue reading Meditation
Korrin and I are riff surfers. nice post
I stood anxiously with the others. We all waited, silently, many staring down at bright little screens, to board the long elevator down to the metro. None of us looked at each other, and the man with the sign didn’t look at us either. He didn’t call out, forcing us to acknowledge his existence, pushing us to feel the discomfort of witnessing suffering. He simply sat in his wheelchair outside the elevator with a smile on his face and a cardboard sign in his lap—something about an injury, something about needing help, something about God bless you.
We all boarded the elevator, packed like sardines, yet somehow still unaware of each other’s pulses. I let out a deep breath, and I tried to ignore the twinge in my chest thinking about the man with the sign. I thought about the man from five years ago who didn’t have a sign…
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