I love our Monday Morning Group.
We meet once a month now, rather than once a week.
The original intent, when Zalman started the group at Naropa, was "to explore the spirituality of the future".
We may have begun without knowing it: this meeting of a small group of people has been grounding, sustaining, supportive, inquisitive, challenging, informative, caring. We don't always agree; nor do we need to. But the group has been, in some way, a home base of deep intent and caring.
I had made an appointment with a solar panel company to come and see whether this house is a good candidate for their product. I received one call from their office this morning confirming the appointment in fifteen minutes, and the next, (after their non-arrival,) explaining that their person was ill and postponing until next week. Not an auspicious beginning. I suspect that unless the technology has changed, the roof of this house is ninety degrees in the wrong direction. In all the other ways, Zalman and I had paid attention to energy consumption, and developed the habits that used our technology while being careful about waste: using surge protectors for appliances, turning things off, upgrading first to halogen bulbs then to LED, insulating, weather-stripping, setting programmable thermostats, laundering with cold water. Never using poison for pests that might then be eaten by birds of prey or other animals. Not running the water. Using the dishwasher when completely full.
It hits me in the gut to hear what policies our new administration would like to reinstate---as if our resources were infinite and eternal, and we had no effect on our world at all.
I hear, faintly but near, my beloved's voice insisting on patience, assuring me that this will not last, insisting on the power of tzedakah, right action and prayer; and reassuring me that we have not been abandoned by G-d.