I wrote this over the course of a four day train ride across the country — tumbling in the wake of the Pulse event. I’m inspired by, and full of affection for, my LGBTQI friends. May I become an actually awake ally. I heard on NPR: they were dancing at Parliament House the day after the massacre. The drag show must go on I wept in traffic (I wish I could have sobbed — I tired), touched by the spirit, unity, strength of the LGBTQI community. The drag queen was quoted: “Happiness is the greatest rebellion.” ~~~ I opened my computer intending to write a funny little “five step” post titled “How to Meditate in Public,” inspired by my experience of taking anjali on Amtrak (and so on) — amidst the awkward gaze of strangers. I’m an out of the closet (err, shrine room) meditator — I get awkward looks, and My LGBTQI friends got: BULLETS. Mosquito vs. Megalodon, But, some continuity — a thread I can follow into an empathetic state of reflection, tonglen meditation, …