Yes, Mexico was wonderful-- the light, the sand , the warmth, the palms and pink and red and white bougainvillea-- I especially love the little town with its solid colorful buildings, the paint and beams and tiles. Of course the fruit and fresh corn tortillas, and avocados are sublime-- and the limes! (With cold Pacifico beer--) but mostly I like the people, who say "Buenas Dias" and smile at me as I walk down the cobblestones to the beach.
This morning I woke up to the windy wet in Juneau in my daughter's guest room. I listened to the sounds of the morning household in the dark-- a baby cried and was soothed, a toddler greeted the day with happy riddles that sounded like he was speaking Thai, and then the radio news, the coffee grinding-- and I thought all is right with this little world at least, so I need to still my beating heart.
I get a bit of travel anxiety.
At the church Epiphany party Sunday, the one where traditionally we burn Christmas trees, eat cake with a baby Jesus or a ring hidden in it to determine who hosts the next party (and last one before Lent), and choose stars with attributes to guide us through the next year, I got lucky.
“Where, after all, do universal human rights begin? In small places, close to home - so close and so small that they cannot be seen on any maps of the world. Yet they are the world of the individual person; the neighborhood he lives in; the school or college he attends; the factory, farm, or office where he works. Such are the places where every man, woman, and child seeks equal justice, equal opportunity, equal dignity without discrimination. Unless these rights have meaning there, they have little meaning anywhere.
Wind chills to 25 below, singing "Earth as hard as iron, water like a stone"-- navigating paths, driveways, and streets "brushed with brooms of steel" with cleats on my boots,-- and the darkness! It's so dark after Christmas is taken down. This is the perfect reading weather.
Talk about a dramatic weather forecast! This is the latest from NOAA on the Upper Lynn Canal for the next few days. This also means today's ferry has been canceled, and there are no home basketball games this weekend, since the Petersburg boys and girls teams can't get here now. The wind has picked up on the beach, and it's not too cold yet, but there is definitely a change coming:
COASTAL WATERS FORECAST FOR SOUTHEAST ALASKA
NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE JUNEAU AK
357 AM AKST FRI JAN 6 2017
I do get teased, especially now that I am on the borough assembly, about that title Find the Good. I should have predicted that. But now the funny thing is that I've cultivated the habit of doing it a lot more than I used to. I mean, I meant to, but, you know what they say about well made plans and all.
Happy First Day of 2017! (The sunrise and sunset on the pond are only about two hours apart..)
I bought myself Mary Oliver's new essay collection for Christmas. Of one winter, she writes, "there was so much darkness. Darkness of nature, darkness of event, darkness of spirit. The sprawling darkness of not knowing..." Sound familiar? Then she writes of the light of faith or perhaps hope-- she's not sure what to call it-- that comes from that darkness, and even requires it, in a way, in order to be seen.