Yesterday, while I was setting up James' play tent and making a mess with the toys in the livingroom with him, my daughter knitted a complex patterned pair of mittens, started on some darling Christmas tree ornaments, and baked jam thumbprint cookies using her own jam. Halfway through she said, "This is what grandma's usually do, you know." And I said, "I'm good at reading stories."
It's raining, and the house smells like cinnamon (my daughter Eliza is baking granola) and the Christmas lights on the stair railing are twinkling and we are waiting for a baby.
That's what my neighbor Betty says about me sometimes-- "I know you are busy busy busy" and I always say "not really, I just have a lot going on at this moment. Friday I have nothing." Which is sort of true. I'll be sitting around waiting for my daughter to go into labor...
"So how do we feed and nourish our spirit, and the spirit of others? First, find a path, and a little light to see by. Then push up your sleeves and start helping. Every single spiritual tradition says that you must take care of the poor, or you are so doomed that not even Jesus or the Buddha can help you."- Anne Lamott in Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith
Chip and I welcomed James (2) up from his nap a half hour ago. He slept for three hours, mainly because we kept him up too late last night, and then this morning bundled him up and strolled (he walked and rode, we walked) to the playground along the frozen Twin Lakes bike path, just down hill from two of our daughters' homes.
"Reconciliation is holy work. Resistance is too. We need to watch and wait to see what God is calling us to do."
— The Rev. Gay Clark Jennings, president of the Episcopal Church’s House of Deputies.
I was just reading that Emily Dickinson called November the Norway of the year. I wish. In lots of ways right now. But, as Nancy Griffith sings, if wishes were changes we'd all be in roses and children wouldn't cry in their sleep.
So, I am here, and fine, and I apologize if I worried some of you. I had to go to Anchorage right after the election and have just returned. It was kind of interesting speaking to the Alaska Broadcasters Association and the Unitarian Fellowship right after the election, to say the least, but I think I did okay. I will share with you some of the Unitarian pastor's comments, which were heartening, when I receive them.
"Please help me find the good in this. I'm devastated and terrified about the election results and don't feel strong enough to explain this to 8-year-olds, let alone bring a little girl into the world with this much bigotry and hate and sexism and awfulness. What's the silver lining?"
"I arise this day Blessed by all things, Wings of breath, Delight of eyes, Wonder of whisper,Intimacy of touch, Eternity of soul, Urgency of thought, Miracle of health, Embrace of God. May I live this day Compassionate of heart, Clear in word, Gracious in awareness, Courageous in thought, Generous in love." -- John O'Donohue from To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Invocations and Blessings.