Another Prayer for Patience

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Patience-Prayer As Poem

Freudian slip: Typed the title of this poem
First: "Patience-Prayer As Power"
Really.
Patience would be my greatest power now
Powerful patience: What would that look like?
Staying present
Raising my brows as high as they go to
Release the furrow
Feeling magic enough at the prospect of a
Small contribution, paradoxically making
A big impact
As Rabbi Kleinbaum reminded us: A butterfly
Flaps its wings in South America and a
Hurricane -- or was it a tornado -- is
Unleashed faraway, elsewhere in the world
Yosef Goldman, one of our rabbinical interns,
Reminds us that two strangers can sit in a
Doorway of a city-street, listening to
Bethoven's Ninth on a boom-box and cry
Together
If I can just be present, just be patient, I
Can be a conscious butterfly, but
Flapping my wings for good, not destruction
And a listening, crying, connected human.

My Computer's Fan Died

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Managing My Dependency

This morning, I discovered that the fan died in my nearly-four-year-old lap-top computer. There is no tech support for employees in India on Sundays. Fairly ironic.

I'm borrowing Pat's machine to post blog entries today. It's amazing how attached I am to my own machine. I'm also wondering what will happen to my iTunes -- a couple of birthday presents' worth of music that I'd love not to lose.

What would Leo LaPorte do?

When I've had parts of my lap-top repaired in the past, I've been able to overnight my machine to a place, where they've replaced it with a re-furbished machine. I wonder how possible that will be here. There must be a similar system, mustn't there?

My computer malfunction has to be a sign that I should go off-line and do some reading for school.