This morning feels, daunting … ? uncertain… ? worrisome… ? tentative… ?
twenty-four brand new hours, and all that,
in the province where I live, politics may be
the word of the day
yet comes with the unusual (for me) feeling of
who cares
it’s all bullshit, empty promises and petty personal power pumping
where there are hearts, people and tenderness much more important
to my
caring
a young life in abject peril
a family in ineffable pain
and just how I can be manifesting life preservers of
love
that matter
also, acutely aware of how very much I find myself missing my Aunt Pat
and Uncle John
sitting I guess, with the gift
of just how important we became to each other
life lines
extended
mutual sounding boards of love’s assurances
I miss that
a lot
thinking also this morning, watching my son making his breakfast
how disappointing
there are no longer surprises in cereal boxes
the delight in something unexpected and joyful
dropping into a sometimes sleepily mundane start
to one’s day
this is me mulling… noticing…. thinking,
mindful
in my own way
this is me having no simple answers to – what are we doing
to –
how to make things better
or right
easier or kind
this is me just choosing once again to
ground myself in love
to opening
myself to the gifts that come, often times in
ever so small and seemingly subtle, unassuming packages
to trusting always the questions
and to knowing
how very precious and vital
we all are
to each other ♥
to surrounding you in love
and in kindness
This
is how we begin 🙏