What a difference a day makes, 24 little hours.
"You shall love your crooked neighbor with your crooked heart."- W.H. Auden
My favorite lessons are from Matthew's gospel. Blessed are the meek, blessed are the peacemakers, and let your shine in the darkness, pray in private, don't act all holy and good, and the big one: love your neighbor as yourself. "Neighbor" meaning everyone, basically. Even the jerks. And that is the tricky, and yet most crucial part of being a Christian, isn't it? Which is why I love this verse about my crooked heart, from my fellow Episcopalian, poet W.H. Auden.
It was nice to see the 'Find the Good' headline in the Empire today, following your speech. It's a great way to walk in this world.
So , I went to Hawaii and learned to surf. Sort of. Not on a board in the ocean like my son the real surfer does, but in my head. I'm still a beginner, but it's a start at least.
I decided not to work at all- that is write-- which some people don't think is work anyway-- and to be honest, it isn't, in the same way digging a ditch is, or being an ER nurse, or a teacher.
I'm off to a warm beach. With my daughter and two grandchildren. (Someone has to babysit.) I will be back in about ten days with a full report and pictures.In the meantime, there is a lot to keep you glowing here in Haines. Well, sort of. "Frozen in Time" is the unfortunate title of the Arts Council film being shown Thursday at 7pm in the Chilkat Center.
"Kindness toward others and radical kindness to ourselves buy us a shot at a warm and generous heart, which is the greatest prize of all. Do you want this, or do you want to be right?" - Anne Lamott
Community doesn't happen by magic, or wishing it so, it takes people to set up the chairs at the meeting and put them away again, bake something for the auction or the potluck, to sing and dance and turn on the lights and show up on time, from yoga class to burger feeds, choir to Zumba, church, school, a hockey game-- it's all the same. Without you, there's no party, and, as Julia Child said, a party without a cake is just a meeting.
If the weather cooperates (which it hasn't exactly been all winter) we may see the super-blue-black moon tomorrow morning. The eclipse begins at 2:45 am or so and ends at 7. The peak is around 4:30. Too bad it wasn't last week, during the tsunami warning kerfuffle when we were all up anyway. Then again, it was snowing so hard we would have missed it. Or would we?
"Let us be joyful agents of change, full of the energy of the Spirit. Now is the moment to make change happen. Now is the moment God always intended us to inhabit."- Bishop Steve Charleston, Climbing Stairs of Sunlight
It's all very quiet here this morning. I'm sipping coffee and writing a book. (I love typing that, and obviously I am not actually doing that since I am writing to you, but that's the plan anyway.)
So what do you take when the radio announcer- my friend Margaret- says there is a tsunami warning and the police want everyone to get to higher ground-- above 100 feet- NOW?
The dogs,my wallet, and phone. Oh, and the head lamp from the hook by the door. It was 2:30 in the morning.
"Which car?" I asked. My husband and I had waded to the garage in shin deep snow.
He said "both," no doubt thinking that may be all we have left after our beachfront home is destroyed.