Aside from the tragedy of what is happening with deportations right now, I find myself in a strange and sort of lovely mindspace. For one thing, I’ve gotten over the crisis moment and settled into practice. I keep thinking about the Buddhist mantra – chop wood, carry water. That’s what I’m doing right now. Working on my projects, focusing on what difference I can make. Trying to stay insulated enough from the big picture that it can’t get me down, can’t blunt the power of what I can try to do. I also feel wonderfully full of ideas, of inspiration, and great relationships with great people. Yesterday Mo and I went to a screening of the documentary 53206 , which is about how mass incarceration plays out in the zip code with the highest rate of incarceration of black men in the world. It is a neighborhood about a mile from where I live. It was kind of shocking to see so many familiar images - buildings, people, urban life. The documentary was heavy and full of t...