Community doesn't happen by magic, or wishing it so, it takes people to set up the chairs at the meeting and put them away again, bake something for the auction or the potluck, to sing and dance and turn on the lights and show up on time, from yoga class to burger feeds, choir to Zumba, church, school, a hockey game-- it's all the same. Without you, there's no party, and, as Julia Child said, a party without a cake is just a meeting.
If the weather cooperates (which it hasn't exactly been all winter) we may see the super-blue-black moon tomorrow morning. The eclipse begins at 2:45 am or so and ends at 7. The peak is around 4:30. Too bad it wasn't last week, during the tsunami warning kerfuffle when we were all up anyway. Then again, it was snowing so hard we would have missed it. Or would we?
"Let us be joyful agents of change, full of the energy of the Spirit. Now is the moment to make change happen. Now is the moment God always intended us to inhabit."- Bishop Steve Charleston, Climbing Stairs of Sunlight
It's all very quiet here this morning. I'm sipping coffee and writing a book. (I love typing that, and obviously I am not actually doing that since I am writing to you, but that's the plan anyway.)
So what do you take when the radio announcer- my friend Margaret- says there is a tsunami warning and the police want everyone to get to higher ground-- above 100 feet- NOW?
The dogs,my wallet, and phone. Oh, and the head lamp from the hook by the door. It was 2:30 in the morning.
"Which car?" I asked. My husband and I had waded to the garage in shin deep snow.
He said "both," no doubt thinking that may be all we have left after our beachfront home is destroyed.
The stars are out this morning, the wind is cooler, and there is still ice underfoot but the beach sand is crunchy and frozen. Maybe the wetter days are behind us for a little while. The forecast is for cold, clear days. The winter has been a challenge, freezing one minute and raining the next, making for lots of ice and puddles. Two people at church have broken ankles in falls.
With all that's in the news, and yesterday's Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. holiday, I have been thinking about the ways we teach our children, accidentally and on purpose. So much of how we feel toward other races, nationalities, religions, languages-- cultures-- other than our own, is learned at home. All parents home school their children's hearts, don't they?
"The Negro's great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen's Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to "order" than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice...Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will."-- Martin Luther King Jr., Letter from the Birmingham Jail
The little dog Lily who was missing out on Chilkoot Lake was found safe and sound with much joy all around, which I take as a good omen for the first week of the year.
The cold and clear weather made for a few perfect (well, it's all relative) days of skating to close 2017. And just like the year itself, there were a few lows, but such highs that I wanted to cheer-- I mean just look at this place. A person can't help but sing the Alleluia chorus.