Yesterday I had a really helpful meeting about things like consistent visual branding and a plan for social media posts. It was big fun!
Last night I slept. Even bigger fun!
Today we scrambled around a bit to get ready for a massage appointment that I wasn’t really betting would happen. I’m so glad it did.
We fed the big dogs who were sad after missing out on the massage party. I took a nap. Bill fixed dinner. It was really good.
The guy who’s been winning… and winning… and winning on Jeopardy won again, which is probably nicer for him than for us, but we knew lots of the answers, too.
Then, while we were planning for tomorrow, Bill said, “Did you write a blog for today?”
You guessed it!
Which was not, in fact, in the plan…
If I were going to “blame” someone, it might be CNN. Well, not really them so much as the convicted abuser of so many U.S. gymnasts. And, apparently, the FBI and DOJ guys who were “less than effective” in handling the reporting.
I watched those brave young women holding people they should have been able to count on – WE should be able to count on – accountable for negligence and the additional abuse of other young women.
And, yes, there were tears in some of their eyes as they testified before the Senate. Warrior tears!
Because it’s Wednesday, it’s Work-in-Progress day in the land of Intentional Creativity® and I do, indeed, have a painting in progress.
The first glimpse of Luther is becoming visible. The lioness spirit animals have just begun to appear.
And I went back to the studio just now and added the teardrops that are a part of my own coding for Legend paintings such as this one.
They, too, are warrior tears!
Not warriors of violence and oppression and abuse.
Warriors for children’s safety. For peace. And justice. And equality. And civil rights. Warriors for voice and art and decency.
And, yes, they’re rolling down my cheeks, too, as I write these words.
It’s not there, yet, but before my painting is done, the Hebrew word pronounced tzcar – which means both to remember and to remind – will be there, too. A mark of power. And promise.
ps… just in case you’re wondering, this post fits the plan after all. Me, showing up, real and as close to fiercely compassionate as I can manage on any given day.
pps… there’s still time to join us for Forest of Grandmothers! If you relate to this story, it’s so worth checking out! The details are just a click away…