Week Kavannah: Rachamim. Compassion.<\/p>\n
While\u00a0chesed<\/em>\u00a0(lovingkindness) often refers to a choice of action,\u00a0rachamim<\/em>\u00a0is deeply tied to visceral emotion and empathy\u2014feeling the pain of another.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n One brief shining: The wild streets where violence and dominance meet love and resistance, a reminder that our animal natures lie not far beneath the veneer of civilization, only waiting the right insult to emerge, leap the whole construct of ego and superego, let that id out to play.<\/p>\n https:\/\/www.duluthharborcam.com\/p\/canal-park-cams.html<\/a><\/p>\n Minnesota on my mind: There is a spot on I-35 heading north where your vehicle crests a rise and suddenly, in the interior of the North American continent, lies a huge body of water and two port cities, Duluth in Minnesota and Superior in Wisconsin. From that crest you can see the shipping canal visible if you click on the link above. A shipping canal! On a Lake.<\/p>\n If it’s summer, Lake Superior straddles the horizon, a blue reflection of a northern Sky. In winter the Great Lake might be frozen or might be, as it had been on this cam for several days, a scrim of slate gray with Water Vapor boiling off it.<\/p>\n I never tired of seeing Lake Superior just as I never tire of living in the Rocky Mountains. Different geographical features, yes, but equal in majesty and wonder. Twice I drove all the way around Lake Superior, 1,300 miles. The shoreline itself is 2,726 miles. A big Lake.<\/p>\n We live our Mayfly lives in the presence of miracles. Black Mountain. The Front Range. Lake Superior. You. Your friends. The Atlantic and the Pacific. The Mississippi and the Nile. Africa and Asia. Wild Neighbors like the Mountain Lion of Pacific Heights in San Francisco. Kangaroos and swooping Magpies.<\/p>\n See what you’re looking at.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n <\/p>\n Soul work: Is easy. Let no one fool you. No clergy, no self-help guru, no psychologist. All you have to do? See what you’re looking at. Hear the world around and within you. Let your hand brush over the coarse bark of a tree. Smell that Wood-burning stove. Or a Stargazer Lily. Taste your morning coffee and, in your mind’s eye trace back to the hand that dug the clay and the one who shaped the mug, the Coffee Tree, the Bean picker, the who dried the beans, who packaged them.<\/p>\n Then. Notice who saw. Who heard. Who smelled. Who touched. Who tasted. Really notice. If it was the One within who saw the miracle revealed by each sense, that’s your soul. If it’s not, repeat until it is. Easy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Yule and the Moon of Deep Friendship Tuesday gratefuls: Sue Bradshaw.\u00a0 Shadow, bone crusher. Warming. A bit of Snow. Marilyn and Irv. Roxann and Tom. Jessie. Minnesota, leading the way. Non-violent resistance. Just folks saying no. Australia Day yesterday. On this side of the dateline. The Emirates. Saudi Arabia. Desert monarchies. Iran. Israel. Palestinians. Egypt. … Continue reading The Wild Life<\/span> ![\"\"](\"http:\/\/www.ancientrails.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/08\/page-of-bows-wildwood-tarot-ezgif.com-webp-to-jpg-converter.jpg\")
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