“Sometimes, when you think globally, you can be paralyzed: There are so many places of apparently ceaseless conflict; there’s so much suffering and need. I find it helps to focus on concrete situations: You see faces looking for life and love in the reality of each person, of each people. You see hope written in the story of every nation, glorious because it’s a story of daily struggle, of lives broken in self-sacrifice. So rather than overwhelm you, it invites you to ponder and to respond with hope.
“These are moments in life that can be ripe for change and conversion.”
Early morning waking,
two cats in the bed.
Early morning shoveling,
wet snow below, bright sun above.
Afternoon dilemma: nap or walk?
Snow and ice or quilt and cat?
Am I 70 years old?
Or 70 years strong?
Bed beckons but I resist,
choosing blue skies, bright sun,
snow and slop and ice,
and Yak Trax.
Last time I tried these ice-biters,
I hated them.
But I am older now, and need
insurance for old bones.
Or so I think.
In half a block, the first one falls off.
Another block before I notice,
and retrace my steps to find it.
Carrying their failed coils, I continue,
down wet streets, through puddled alleys.
I'm 70 strong and, dammit,
I am gonna walk.
Tomatoes coming in, squirrels feasting, Mexican sunflowers blooming happily at the back fence. My first tomatoes came from Kenny at the beginning of the month, followed by my own. Haven’t had to buy any at the grocery store all month long!
After 90 degree days last week, these two days were a welcome relief, with temperatures down to the comfortable 70s.
When you feel despair at the size and scope of disaster, said Mr. Rogers, “Look to the helpers.” Beautiful people are out there, down the street, all around us. So here are three stories of hope from Black Dog Café, Trevor Noah, and New York City. If these inspire you, read to the end for two actions you can take to help. Continue reading →