I was alright
Today is Juneteenth in California. I guess it’s a federal holiday now, I’m not sure if every state celebrates it. The libraries here in San Diego are closed today, in honor of the joy which is Juneteenth, and I have the day off. I’m not sure what to do with it.
In a Zoom group discussion last night an answer to the question, “What is the teaching that lasts a lifetime?” was offered – “Say something appropriate.” I’ve never been comfortable with that word, my image of box after box after box in which I’m supposed to live myself in. What came to me during a period of meditation, in the context of saying something appropriate, was this – ‘I feel like crying.’
This morning I am feeling especially screwed-up. Clueless. I am grateful Juneteenth is being celebrated, and I have the day off – the former, what it’s all about; the latter, it’s like this. Crying feels okay all around.