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On a dance around this morning I saw a sign a ways off the path near some woods. I didn’t have my glasses on, but noticed that the writing had a shape to it, which made me curious. I went closer and smiled when I recognized the lyrics by Mr. Rogers. I looked to see what was on the other side of the sign, facing the woods. It was a “private property/ do not trespass” sign. Some like-minded soul had turned the sign around and repurposed it to invite the neighbors instead. Such a brilliant work of interventionist art.
Also, the family was at church. But honestly Can’t imagine a church more beautiful or fulfilling than this one, unless maybe it was with a friend, maybe, but maybe I would have missed so much if a friend had been there too. Four flowers were a altar candles. Sermon was the artwork, and the other neighbor’s sign, about acts of kindness being the best way to change the world.
At the end of the dance I meditated at the edge of the lake. lately my meditations have all been full of vibrant and sublime psychedelic beauty of nature and water and light, until thoughts get in the way.