Long used to fast boil corned beef, soften lentils or steam rice, it’s reputation is now maligned as an appliance easily adapted into a homemade bomb.
This isn’t the chemistry sets of old when kids built volcanoes from clay and combined baking soda, food coloring, and vinegar to create bubbly eruptions.
The term pressure cooker is also used to describe stress. One can live or work in an environment that causes anxiety, pent up anger, and other negative feelings that when provoked could boil over.
Sadly, homegrown explosions aren’t hard to do. Apparently the Internet is full of instructions.
In yoga today, Dana began class saying how the YMCA wants teachers to begin all classes with a little chitchat, to help build community. She felt that the class is already a community of practitioners; we’re non-competitive, open and accepting. In yoga, there’s no judging of either yourself or others.
I thought about community. Some evil person or group of people decided to turn a couple of pressure cookers into bombs, timed to detonate near the end of the Boston Marathon.
Here’s a community, like Newton, CT and so many others, struggling to find meaning amid chaos.
As the facts are sieved through the rubble, as a perpetrator is discovered, as the injured begin to heal and encounter the many emotional and physical challenges they face, let’s remember community. Most likely, for whatever reason, who ever commited this violent act against humanity, didn’t feel part of one. Perhaps they’re inhabiting pressure cookers, that don’t allow them to let off steam.