When I entered the City Senior Center
with my Open Mic proposal
to increase resilience
and decrease apartheid dissonance
I could hear no music,
see no dancing.
The quilting room
and the game room,
even the pool tables,
were as quiet as the library,
which at least held four contemplative people
scattered in their own secluded spaces.
Like visiting a sad monastery,
without tai chi,
chi gong,
walking meditation,
and/or yoga...
Continue reading...