Meet Griffin! One of my grand-cats. Often sweet and cuddly. Just as often, a whirling dervish with a fetish for climbing trees, aka prized house plants.
I am, in this moment, giving thanks for all my recent training in the herding of cats. (Griffin has a sister named Raven. Ditto on the cuddly dervish thing!)
That training helped me put medicine in my basket for this very moment in time.
We have a high wind/winter weather warning in Georgia. Well, warning might be a bit optimistic. It’s really cold and windy. The trees – very old, very tall pine trees – in my back yard are dancing in a way that would be lovely if it weren’t quite so close to the house. And the power lines.
And I am in the middle of a launch. Not through the air like a kitten, so much, but the kind where dreams and plans get born to make a difference in the world.
It’s been a bit of a trip.
Three dear, busy, creative women (and a doll!) separated by 4 hours in the conventions of time. Lots of other pressing things on our lists. Plus, a similar weather warning in Nova Scotia!
And a voice whispering inside me… Model what you hope to teach!
So, with thanks to Steve Glenn, and my personal conviction that control is most often an illusion and, on our best days, we have influence… I’m making a new plan.
Which is, I suppose, a lot like maximizing my influence!
The blog post waiting eagerly backstage for today, is on hold. (Hopefully, only until tomorrow. Bonus!)
Our team now has space for a couple of deep breaths, some more testing, and a nap – or three!
And, when you get to read about our new adventure, all the bells and whistles will be working. Probably!
In this moment, having had a recent power outage experience, I’ve turned the thermostat up so that we have some more warm stashed away in case we need it.
The big beasties have made their first out and down adventure for the day and are back to keeping the floor from escaping.
I’m wearing the InstantHot gizmo out, filling thermos bottles, having not enjoyed a decided lack of tea during our last rustic adventure.
And it’s REALLY raining, now. In fact, it sounds a bit crispy.
I’m also giving thanks for the blessings which make it possible for me to try to adapt, rather than just to endure.
So, prayer dots. Especially for those who are cold and without homes or hot water. For those who have fewer choices. And for the work and witness of Dr. King, and all those prophets in his visionary lineage, who have helped me to see more clearly.
ps… If you haven’t had a chance to go on the Intentional Grandmother Archetype quiz adventure yet, now could be great! Grand-Elders of all sorts and even very brave Grandfathers welcome!