I had a blog post all ready to go, but it was full of blue sky and soft sea breezes, crashing waves and soaring pelicans. I just can't bring myself to post it amidst this unsettling, almost apocalyptic scenario laid out before me, with so much suffering, loss, discomfort, and confusion all around.
I read a collection of modern haikus the other day, and the words that stayed with me were Quarantine! Finding comfort! Coronavirus! Butterfly! Moon! Breeze!
An old railroad is given new life, and a reminder to mix life's sweetness with the challenges.
Alan and I seem to be competing for who can make the other one cry more, as we share things we've read and seen and heard. The planeload of marchers arriving in DC on the Patriots' plane - of course marked "Patriots." Emma Gonzalez' speech. Martin Luther King Jr.'s granddaughter. Kids speaking more clearly, coherently, … Continue reading Shoulders and Coattails
All of Portland loses its mind on a day like this. We head out to soak up a winter's worth of soul sustaining sunshine. It's the promise that yes, change will come, even if it rains all the rest of this week. It's the acknowledgement that we did survive whatever personal hell was our winter.
...with this march and the discussions, her school is asking Rosa to learn that she is a change-maker, that her actions impact not only her friends and family but her community and the world.
Do we choose hope or despair, heroism or cowardice, light or dark? Frodo and Sam might have answers.