All four kids and a few partners are under the new roof for the first time. Everyone has fallen in love with Wilma. Last night a game of Ticket to Ride was played under the new pendant lamp on the three season porch. Gathered under its light there was teasing and baiting and laughter. At twilight the Falu red glowed. My heart went pitter patter.
Dear readers, keep your hopes and dreams front and center in your daily life. Give them priority. Big or small, your dreams deserve attention.
I am beyond weary with the "thoughts and prayers". The platitudes. The hand wringing. The "I don't know what to dos". I am not sure what else needs to happen in this country to get folks mobilized.
How can we not feel called to do something?
At 60, I feel like there is still plenty of learning for me to do. Opening the way for uncomfortable realities. Owning my part in the trouble. Creating some sort of action plan.
Are you feeling uncomfortable and a bit helpless? I've been looking for help with expanding my own understanding of White Privilege and Institutional Racism and my role in it. There is so much going on in the media right now, it is hard to find our way through it all.
A leggy ivy houseplant? Three clipped branches from the mountain ash tree (also known as the magical rowan tree) just outside the front door and a bit of kitchen string solved that! Instant climbing tripod.
Yard work jeans with ripped knees? A bit of denim, some thread and some restful stitching mended that!
Sometimes one can get a peek at holiness in the most simple of things. A green bit of growth. The texture of a worn and frayed garment. The steam rising from a loaf of freshly baked bread. Dew on a spider web at dawn.
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