December 16, 2016
I am having a great time at a potluck dinner. The tables are laid out in an area the size of a football field! There is tons of food, the people are friendly, and it’s a warm atmosphere. I have a plate and am putting a few things on it, chatting to others in line. I see a woman who brought rice in a pot with a few raw-looking tomatoes. She said she’d take it to the back because people wouldn’t want it.
Later, I went out to the grass field and saw it was the middle of a horse-racing track. I remembered the sounds of horses racing, the music, the bells ringing like a casino, the shouting, the announcer. Someone told me that a new race was beginning soon and they had plans for this grass space. I could see they were excited about it and I wanted to buy into the idea but I didn’t want to lose the peacefulness of the grass and area as it was in that moment.