Blessings on us all
and this weary old world
so full of people
whose lives we must know
to be good neighbors.
I am so delighted to awake to Marshall and John M in the kitchen cooking up a storm. They’ve already made a sweet potato pie and an apple pie (I think we are postponing making the chocolate mousse cake until tomorrow). Oh yes, and a turkey.
We have a bit of snow here in Putney and there’s a load of firewood that’s just been delivered and needs to be stacked. I set out birdfeeders last night and this morning it’s like an airport out there with many landings and departures. Marshall has minimal jet lag returning from Japan and brought home lovely yukatas for us. I love this time of being home together. I have one more trip this year and then a time of resting without travel work.
In my Thanksgiving prayers this morning, I am holding in the Light many lives with large change and hurt happening actively right now. I pray for the patience to learn amidst trouble and for mercy and Light to wash us all. And I am grateful for so much which is good and loving and beautiful and simple in our lives.
Hope this finds us all minding the Light, mining the Light, and enjoying delight as we move along our lives.
I just had a long phone visit with two lovely Quaker dykes far from here. They shall remain nameless but I will say that true love is a medicine beyond what any health care provider dreams of in billing. I think there should be a heavenly contract in large print that says- if one has to die early, one gets to be in love. It’s the least headquarters could do, in my opinion. Humans are such an odd species. We take the terrible and use it as an opportunity for great love. How else does one talk about the approaching with-in-sight end without losing ones vital sense of life now? This is a trick of magic, or better, a knowledge of Light no one should be allowed to graduate without. I am so honored to hear that love in the laughter all the way across the continent and know that even the impossible is made more doable with that lovely old Quaker crisis plan- “Let us see what love will do”
In general, my response to the elections is “God Help Us All”. I am particularly concerned for the people around the world now made more vulnerable to American wars.
Locally, I’d like to mention that our county has elected a lesbian sheriff, ending an old boys hold on an office that didn’t attend well to protecting women.
Snow last night. Marshall filled the wood box and started a fire early this morning. In a very quiet house, I am saying prayers for friends in other countries and friends closer by. Where is home when it comes to Jesus’ teaching on compassionate response to suffering? We are all part of one another.