08/16/2025
I want to talk about what’s going on in DC this week.
I just recently recovered from a bad bout with Covid, my first ever time getting the little bu**er. Bone deep exhaustion hit me like a truck, and I had no choice but to rest. Deeply.
I cut my engagement with the outside world way down. Did all my rest practices because it was a complete necessity to do so. I turned on the binaural beats and spoke gently with my body. I practiced treating my body like a temple. Stayed present with my breathing. For many days, I centered the practice of deeply nurturing myself.
Towards the end of my Covid journey, when I was almost back to normal but still slowed way down with all of these beautiful rest practices, I turned on my car radio and heard this story on NPR.
https://www.npr.org/2025/08/14/nx-s1-5502247/trump-purge-homeless-washington.
For anyone that isn’t following, Trump has sent in the National Guard to clear homeless encampments in our nation’s capital.
Normally, when I hear a story like this—
Wait. Let me pause and unpack those words first. A story like this is not normal. The reality is that I, like many of us, have become numb to stories like this, due to the way I consume media in my day to day life, and due to Trump’s incessant and indifferent use of cruelty in his dealings with marginalized people and populations.
Okay, now I will continue. These days, whe n I hear stories like these, I feel sad, angry, and helpless for a few moments, and then I quickly turn my attention elsewhere to escape the discomfort. This day however, in this slowed-down and deeply nurtured state when I heard this story on the radio, I noticed a difference in my ability to actually digest and sit with what is happening.
David Beatty, a 65 year old man currently experiencing homelessness in this DC encampment, really struck me with these words.
“The idea that we’re poor makes them uncomfortable. They don’t want to be reminded that poor people exist.”
I invite you to sit with that statement for a moment. Really sit with it.
When I sit with these words, and when I really look at how we are treating homelessness in this culture, I am amazed. Deeply.
Now I invite you to take a deep breath, drop into your body, and read Trump’s statement on this event, a statement made from his gold-plated Oval Office.
“We’re going to be removing homeless encampments from all over our parks, our beautiful, beautiful parks, which a lot of people can’t walk on, they’re very dirty. There are many places they can go, we’re going to help them as much as you can help. But they’re not going to be allowed to turn our capital into a wasteland.”
We’re going to help them as much as you can help. They won’t be allowed to turn our capital into a wasteland. Very dirty.
When reporters asked David Beatty where he would be sleeping that night, he replied, “I don’t know. I don’t know.”
Inhale, exhale. Let it land. Let yourself assimilate this.
The radio jumped immediately to the next story, normalizing the cruelty. I turned it off, as I recognized the need for a moment of silence to assimilate what is happening. I wish the radio stations would recognize this as well.
The National fu***ng Guard is called in to clear homeless people from our capital, spending who knows how much of our tax dollars. Terrorizing poor people. So that Trump can look like a Strong Man. A Bearer of Order.
Homelessness is a crime against humanity, yet they want to jail them for being poor.
Sitting in my car, assimilating this story, I remembered this quote by one of my favorite long-time teachers, Thich That Hanh.
"Do not avoid contact with suffering or close your eyes before suffering. Do not lose awareness of the existence of suffering in the life of the world. Find ways to be with those who are suffering by all means, including personal contact and visits, images, sounds. By such means, awaken yourself and others to the reality of suffering in the world."
I am so uncomfortable with all of this. However, in this rested state, I don’t flee the discomfort. I feel the sorrow. I feel that familiar mixture of anger and helplessness that makes me want to crawl out of my skin whenever I face this reality. Our country is in so much trouble. Our world is in so much trouble.
I invite you to sit with me in this mess. Sit with it all. Wait for the next step to become clear. Don’t react. Respond Skillfully.
Many people see the act of rest as escape. I’m not resting to escape.
I’m resting to get intimately connected with my self, to tap into my inner knowing.
I’m resting to dream, to imagine the way forward from here, a way through this mess we’re in as a country. I’m resting to get more present with myself and with the world around me.
I’m resting to wake up.
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