17 July 2011

Monsoon Rains, Nixon, and drug freedom

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After exercising in the horrid humid heat, marching over the whole of my regular walking route, I made it home to shower and sit in front of a fan with an iced drink. At dusk it finally started to rain hard. We brought in our laundry and battened down the hatches for a real monsoon blow. Standing outside under the eaves, we relished the cool wet air as the storm raged. Simple pleasures, gratefully enjoyed.
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It has been a week of intellectual upheaval for me, trying to read my impossibly long reading list of books and websites, trying to meditate and integrate all of my life’s adventures and insights. This last Full Moon was a celebration of the Buddha’s First Discourse, when he announced the Four Noble Truths and the Noble Eightfold Path. Meditating on this discourse does give me profound peace.
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But there are political considerations too. These are notoriously non-peaceful. Thinking back over my life’s many experiences, I remembered some young friends whose lives were cut short by the unintended consequences of government tyranny. On my Zenwind blog I reminisce about Nixon’s War on Drugs and the fatal collateral damage.
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-Zenwind.
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