Yesterday I did my weekly cruise ship book talk. Afterwards, while I was signing copies of Find The Good (Holland America Line buys my books from The Babbling Book store on Main St., and re-sells them on the ship, something we worked out before I agreed to go onboard.) Anyway, a woman came up to me and said she appreciated my reading and point of view, and then she teared up, and shared how her mother had died young, 46 or 47 she said, and that it took years for her to grieve.
" 'I'll pray for you', one person says to another as they part. I will join myself to you when I sit in the presence of God. I will intend your good in the stillness of my soul. I will long for your joy as I long for my own."- Bishop Edmond Lee Browning on prayer for others.
So, I want to do better spiritually. I want to be more mindful, and live in the present, rather than be blown every which way by ill winds and worries about disasters in national, state, and local news, which all have me a little edgy, and to be honest, a tad frazzled over the state of affairs. I don't know how to remedy that and still stay engaged, to not give up and move to Canada, but rather stay put and fight the good fight.
(Okay, I'm angry, and being mad is so time consuming.)
The strawberries are out of control, although that's hardly a problem. The school board meets tonight at 6:00 to hold a retention hearing, and that is always hard. Also, the borough assembly meets tonight at 6:30. If, like me, there is a lot going on in your summer life and long, lovely summer evenings especially, and can choose just one meeting, I'd pick the Harbor Town Hall meeting tomorrow night (June 29) at 6:30 in the library.
I'm afraid I lost my temper in a meeting I thought was about food carts and trucks, and how to make them work for Haines while still supporting local eateries-- but it turned into a discussion about vendors selling-- or renting-- stuff out of trailers parked downtown, or in the Fort, or anywhere-- you know, artwork, or lumber, or groceries, or books or scooters, that the representatives from the Borough Assembly argued they supported as free enterprise. Anyway, I got mad, and that is not ever helpful or even neighborly.
“Love seems the swiftest, but it is the slowest of all growths. No man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century.”
― Mark Twain
(Happy anniversary to the guy I have been lucky enough to share my life with for 34 years.)
I don't have a picture of the fire that almost took off and burned the beach and our houses down this morning-- because I was a little involved in putting it out instead. A campfire up by the trail to the road by the old Baha'i Center was left smoldering last night, with a red plastic half-full gas can a few feet away, right up in the edge of the spruce trees maybe 500 feet from the homes here.
Do you ever wake up feeling so grateful that everything actually turned out as planned, and that for a little while, all is right with the world? I have been a tad PTSD-ish for the last ten days or so in anticipation of the bike race- the Kluane to Chilkat International Bike Relay- that Chip and I have been training for since March or so-- riding 30 miles just about every morning and longer on the weekends.
"None of us is being treated fairly if we're not all being treated equally."-- Gloria Steinem
But how do you make that happen, in both large and small ways? A good, doable place to begin is, as Gloria Steinem also told student's at my husband's and daughter's old school: "If you're in a group that has power, remember to listen as much as you talk. And if you are part of a group with less power, talk as much as you listen."-- From the NMH Magazine, Spring '16