You probably have days like this, too! And the details don’t really matter all that much. Huge concerns. The edge of tears. Loss. Anxiety. One rainstorm too many. (Hopefully) random sneezing. The letting go after a worried day.
The sky really isn’t falling, which doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel like it is!
So, what helps?
Well, in my case, some time in Zoom-land with a tribe of curious women in touch with their dreams and happy to play with ways to make those dreams into reality.
Which inspired me to make some placement art out of a few of my favorite things. I started with a stockpot, which is considerably more photogenic than the bones thawing in the fridge.
A pitcher of stand-by roses, holding space for the real ones which will one day reappear in the garden.
A white near-candle, safe light in the realm of big, hairy dogs.
A magic paint brush.
My tiny hand-carved wild goose which, courtesy of my friends in Scotland, is a reminder of the presence of the Spirit, even on droopy days.
The beginnings of a new painting for the friend in the midst of some of this week’s worries. Safe and well. (Don’t worry… the colors will change!)
And, if you squint just a bit, my four year old sign of hope, standing tall among the arugula in the garden.
Yes, I’m still all in. Especially after today’s statement. It all boils down to just this… the greatest good for the most people.
Yesterday I did an interview about my book, Grandmothers Are In Charge Of Hope.
The magic, like some of today’s, happened in Zoom-land with a new friend I’ll introduce you to soon.
Angela and I had a great conversation. And, as we chatted, people were voting.
According to the exit polls, more of them voted out of fear than of hope.
I understand the fear. More, perhaps, every day.
But part of my journey, my promise to my girls and myself, is to keep acting out of hope.
I’ll admit it’s been a bit of a challenge today. So, just in case I need more reminding, I’m off to make some prayer dots. Forty six of them, to be exact.
And, tomorrow?
Paint peeps. Meetings. Dots. Soup. Hope. And room for you.