Practice Does Not Make Perfect

The full moon is here and so is plentiful spring rain. Family comes together to break the bread of affliction and to rejoice in each other’s love and survival. What do we need to ‘survive’, to endure and live on?
Perseverance.
Tenacity, determination, purposefulness.
I am going to practice now. Practice does not make perfect but there is endurance, dedication, commitment. It is hard and it nourishes me like the rain nourishes the earth.

Renewal

Oh, Pesach. Pascal. Passover. Eggs and greens Pesach or Easter each with the Pascal lamb. I observe the moon waxing full harkening us to remember. To remember we were all slaves once. And we are all still enslaved in so many ways. We must cultivate imagination. Transformation occurs in practice, with creativity, compassion and receptivity.
Going to see the Buddhas at The Asia Society and the young dancers at the Juilliard. At this time of year all is budding: young graduates in performance and everywhere else we pause long enough to observe. Think music: the pauses between the notes are as important as the notes.

Spring Equinox

A time to rebalance now that we've had a day of equal light and dark – the Spring equinox having just occurred – days lengthen as the Sun (my ruling ‘planet’) rises to its zenith. The sun is truly a star giving light and warmth and the impetus for growth – seen and unseen.
Reading ‘My Father’s Paradise’ by Ariel Sabar. It is a remarkable telling of his family's roots - 2700 years - in a remote corner of the world - an enclave of Jews in Kurdish Iraq who still spoke Aramaic.
Watching “The Stoning of Saroya M” – a powerful Iranian film
Listening to Sade and Andras Schiff.
Seeing the Wooster Street production of North Atlantic and The Bridgeman Packer Dance Troupe at the Barishnikov Art Center.