I find myself wanting to lash out. As a part of this human race, I feel violated by the likes of "not my president frump" and his cronies….I feel like just dumping a load of excrement on those who aided in getting him elected. I start an angry post on Facebook and inevitably I erase it before I open the galleys of a "shit storm"…I feel a bit helpless…as if all this turmoil that I witness is "out there" somewhere…this morning…here in the dark…as a kitty crawls across my lap as I type…..I remind myself: To Bring it All Back Home…have a good look at my anger…how is this anger serving me?…is this anger an honest gesture?…is this anger just the result of helplessness? It is important for me as a man to sit with this and watch this internal event in my consciousness. I feel compelled to express this…I find myself confused…lashing out only drags me down to un-needed strife…I shall stay tuned….and listen…and wait…two inches below my navel…the emptiness…the Buddha Nature….neither this nor that….just this…..nothing….no…thing….