This hit my inbox just as I was wondering how people in Canada were or weren’t processing the U.S.’s crazy election… Nice to know we’re pondering this together.
I dream of a time beyond borders. And, as a saw in a recent Facebook post, a world in which councils of Indigenous grandmothers replace elected officials.
It’s a lot, is my new mantra! Trying to ease the tension running through me! Feeling the heaviness of anguish that seems to blow in the wind. Today I put my feet on the ground, and went to sit with a friend who no longer greets me, with a smile or in any way. I sit in hope that she will appear, but alas, she continues to sleep! I give up! I hold her hand, play her music and we breathe in unison. It’s enough. After my nap I meet with 4 friends who have come together to work to care for the homeless in Burlington. On more step along the Journey! It is enough.
While I empathize with your feelings, I find comfort in what Jack Spong has written about us being "Incomplete human beings in a world that is continuing to evolve". This confirms for .me that the situation south of the border is demonstrating and confirming his view. Although this perspective does little for the present, the future will continue to evolve. There is hope. We just have to provide direction.
Over the water in the UK we too are stunned and devastated. Already we are being reminded of the importance of our ‘special relationship’ which now feels like subservience to crazy. Thank you for your encouragement to pick ourselves up and start over. But first to lick our wounds ….
Thanks for sharing this profound reflection on what took place in our border country yesterday. I have no words. My heart is broken. Tears flows down my face without my knowing. We do live in a Crazy, Racist, Sexiest world where women are undervalued and are only seen as sexual objects. God help us. Enjoy your chocolate.
Ah, Eleanor. Too dreadfully true. And it has ever been that way. Yet we have risen. Been brave. Been ruined by it and stood back up again. Or, if not us, those that said our names and carried our hearts within theirs as they marched in the streets. Cry, my much loved sister. And then, let’s roll up our sleeves together and do what we can in this northern land to make our southern sisters and and the sisters who love them, and the brothers who lie in one another's arms, know they are not, and never will be, alone. I love your brave and broken heart. But, alas, the chocolate is long finished.
Thank you for reading, Randall. Sharing this long road with others is part of what holds me on the right side of the sanity line. IF this is the right side. I sometimes wonder.
Thank you for connecting, Laurel. And for the courage that it takes to ponder beyond first assumptions. I think that is the place in which change so often happens whether between people, groups, or within one's own heart.
This hit my inbox just as I was wondering how people in Canada were or weren’t processing the U.S.’s crazy election… Nice to know we’re pondering this together.
I dream of a time beyond borders. And, as a saw in a recent Facebook post, a world in which councils of Indigenous grandmothers replace elected officials.
What a rich world we would have with those councils in place. Thank you for that image of light and wonder in this time of .... reality.
It’s a lot, is my new mantra! Trying to ease the tension running through me! Feeling the heaviness of anguish that seems to blow in the wind. Today I put my feet on the ground, and went to sit with a friend who no longer greets me, with a smile or in any way. I sit in hope that she will appear, but alas, she continues to sleep! I give up! I hold her hand, play her music and we breathe in unison. It’s enough. After my nap I meet with 4 friends who have come together to work to care for the homeless in Burlington. On more step along the Journey! It is enough.
Dear Greta,
While I empathize with your feelings, I find comfort in what Jack Spong has written about us being "Incomplete human beings in a world that is continuing to evolve". This confirms for .me that the situation south of the border is demonstrating and confirming his view. Although this perspective does little for the present, the future will continue to evolve. There is hope. We just have to provide direction.
George
Conviction, Courage and Grace -yes. Grace might be the challenge !
Days of " Bread and Roses" upon us .
Over the water in the UK we too are stunned and devastated. Already we are being reminded of the importance of our ‘special relationship’ which now feels like subservience to crazy. Thank you for your encouragement to pick ourselves up and start over. But first to lick our wounds ….
Thanks for sharing this profound reflection on what took place in our border country yesterday. I have no words. My heart is broken. Tears flows down my face without my knowing. We do live in a Crazy, Racist, Sexiest world where women are undervalued and are only seen as sexual objects. God help us. Enjoy your chocolate.
Ah, Eleanor. Too dreadfully true. And it has ever been that way. Yet we have risen. Been brave. Been ruined by it and stood back up again. Or, if not us, those that said our names and carried our hearts within theirs as they marched in the streets. Cry, my much loved sister. And then, let’s roll up our sleeves together and do what we can in this northern land to make our southern sisters and and the sisters who love them, and the brothers who lie in one another's arms, know they are not, and never will be, alone. I love your brave and broken heart. But, alas, the chocolate is long finished.
Thanks, Greta, for another pithy, thought-provoking gift!
Thank you for reading, Randall. Sharing this long road with others is part of what holds me on the right side of the sanity line. IF this is the right side. I sometimes wonder.
I see you. 💕am 🤔 pondering.
Thank you for connecting, Laurel. And for the courage that it takes to ponder beyond first assumptions. I think that is the place in which change so often happens whether between people, groups, or within one's own heart.