Monday, November 4, 2019
Yesterday afternoon, Linda and I went to a class on meditation taught by a yoga teacher at the Jewish Community Center in Long Beach. After the guided meditation in which she taught us a specific mode of focusing our breathing, she shared with us what had happened on Halloween night. She was standing on her porch, about to enter her house when she heard a car screech, and then several thuds.
https://www.latimes.com/california/story/2019-11-02/long-beach-toddler-dies-suspected-dui-crash-trick-or-treating-halloween
In reading of the consequences of this incident, it seems as if an inordinate amount of violence has been imposed upon a very small segment of my day-to-day community this past week.
I don’t know what to say. The local interstices are quivering, uncertain of what will happen next, and who will be picked off.
No one ever told me that fate could be so insolent, or maybe I just didn’t believe them.
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