I have never lived in a place where there was a curfew before until tonight. I have never seen the shops along M street in Georgetown boarded up. When I ran the California International Marathon a couple of years ago, I saw store fronts boarded up near the capital building. It is a challenge to have to live through this COVID 19 pandemic but quit another thing to live with injustice and fear. I am so sorry that things have not evolved. I apologize to my black friends. Its not right. I am sorry for the fear and share it. If there is any mindfulness to be had, it must be found in the quiet of now. I refuse to listen to the news. I do not want to know. I also refuse to feel like there is nothing I can do to make a difference. If there is no justice for some, there is no justice. Mindfulness for me now comes in being present with my grandson, my wife and son. I did not want to stay in Georgetown tonight when I finished working. I wanted to be with them. I walked quickly to my car and drove home, passing the boarded up store fronts. I am so troubled that we live in a place and a time that is still so very limited for others. White privilege is not sustainable. Mindfulness comes with social unrest and a active desire to change. I’m so sorry for the hurt and pain. There is a place for mindfulness in this storm and we need to find the quiet and ground ourselves and breath and love and forgive. We need to find the quiet and keep it mindfully.