Sunday, January 22, 2017

What a Day!!!

I am So Proud of the women of the world! As close to home as my next-door neighbor and my daughter and granddaughter to as far away as London, literally millions of women and men marched in support of human rights. The pictures came into FaceBook first from Washington where I knew several people, and then from Boston, Atlanta, Seattle, Kings Beach and finally last night on my email, Ashland Oregon.

In Michelle’s words, “I had honestly expected that in our little town this ‘March’ would be a strolling gesture of a few dozen people.” But here they were, arriving at the Library in force. 



Once they had marched and Michelle and Trinity were ready to return home, there were still people making their way to the park. One of the signs she told about was one of my favorites. A man held a sign that said, “I’m with her.” Many arrows pointed all over the place so that it was clear he was with all women who marched and sang and raised their voices.

Granddaughter Trinity and her friend were handed a sign someone else had made and they carried it proudly for the whole march. 




Thank you, my sisters and brothers!! What a day for women, what a day for humanity, what a day for the world!!

Friday, January 20, 2017

Time to Grow Up?

“Grow up. Trump is now President. It is time to work with him.” 

Let me see: I worked with Martin Luther King Jr and the civil rights movement to insure human rights for blacks. And now you want me to work with the man who would take those away? No, I don’t think so. 

I worked for human rights for the LBGTQ community, and now you want me to work with the man who would take those away? No, I don’t think so.

I have worked in my small corner of the world for the environment, trying to understand climate change and carbon footprints. And now you want me to work with the man who would deny these findings and take away the progress we have made? No, I don’t think so. 

I have worked for women’s rights, for choice in jobs and health care and salaries and language. And now you want me to work with the man who would take away these rights both politically and personally by his own admission? No, I don’t think so. 

I think I am going to keep working right where I have always been, working on what I have always worked on and if the President wishes to work with me to further the progress we have made, he is welcome. If not, then he must not expect me to abandon years of commitment just because someone says I need to work with him. 


This is not a need on my part to grow up. This is me remaining the aware, committed, supportive adult that I already am and have been. 

Monday, January 16, 2017

One More Step

I realize that for many of us, the Presidential transition is going to be very hard. We have urged each other to be positive and think and participate in ways we can oppose and move forward. I was reminded today of another step we can take. 

My spiritual energy advisor (ok, guru if you will) would tell me when I was despondent over something, “Let your energy vibrate at the level that is best for the person or thing over which you despair.” For instance, when a grandchild became really, really sick, he reminded me not to plunge into the energy of worry and despair, but to let my energy vibrate at the level that was the best possible for the outcome for the grandchild. Some might call it Positive prayer. 

So my suggestion is that instead of despairing and feeling like we are plowing our way through the positive steps we can take, we should let our energy vibrate at the highest level possible for the best for our government. Let every step we take, every donation we make, every march we join, every letter or phone call we make, be done in Light and Love for each other and for this country of ours which is already great and will continue to be so. 


Love, Light and Compassion will endure and overcome. Blessings, my friends. 

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Hope Continues

I began this Christmas season on the first Sunday of Advent with an appeal to and for Hope. Although I have read Anne Perry’s “A Christmas Secret” over and over, this year I heard the words at the end of the story in a whole different way. It is the late 1800’s and Dominic, the priest, is preaching his Christmas sermon: 

“We are children of God, every one of us, and nearly nineteen hundred years ago He gave us the greatest of the gifts He has, greater even than life. He gave us hope: a way back from every mistake we have made, no matter how small or how large, how ugly or how incredibly stupid, or how shameful. There is no corner of hell secret enough or deep enough for there to be no path back, if we are willing to climb up. It may be hard, and steep, but there is light ahead, and freedom. . . . Do not deny the gift. Accept it for yourself, and for all others. That is what Christmas is: everlasting hope, a way forward to the best in ourselves and all that we can become.” 


I think the country has been incredibly stupid, and now we must make the slow hard climb back to light and freedom. ~ blessings, dear friends, as we continue this journey together

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Christmas Day at Our House

We woke to white winter wonderland. No need to dream of a white Christmas in Tahoe this year. We took our time, ate breakfast, opened presents, talked to family and then went snowshoeing.



Just like Christmas Eve, the snow was perfect. Oso ran and played. We walked enjoying the views, the blue sky and the day.

Dean decided Oso needed his picture taken wearing a Santa hat. 
No way, Dad! 

Dean finally held Oso's head and the hat on the head and I took a quick picture.
Off came the hat and Oso shook like he had just come out of the water. 

Candles on the table ready for dinner. 

Lamb chops, green beans with almonds, and my grandmother's corn cakes.
I made them for the first time in years for breakfast. Delicious. I had a little 
batter left over and decided if I made them just a little thicker they would be perfect
for bread or a carb with lunch. I was right. A really good Christmas dinner.

Our Advent wreath with the Christ candle lit. 
Blessings to you and yours on this special day. 

Saturday, December 24, 2016

The Birth of a Baby

I was born in 1943 in the middle of WWII. Sometime when I was in my late teens, my mother and I were going through an old scrapbook of hers and came across some V-mail. I had no idea what it was. They were letters written from the European front that had been reduced to tiny little pieces of paper to save space on the transports back to the states. Some of those letters were written to my parents at the time of my birth.

Those letters spoke of the hope that hearing of my birth had brought those men in the European trenches. Birth brings hope. Birth is Hope. Hope for the future. Hope beyond the muck and mire of the present moment. Hope and the Knowledge that Light does indeed overcome the darkness and Love does and will prevail.

My birth brought hope. Your birth brought hope. Hope arrives anew with every birth in every home, hospital or refuge camp where it occurs. And if ordinary births bring hope then tonight of all nights, we need to celebrate again the Hope ~ and the Light and Love that arrives in our hearts as in that stable long ago. Blessings to you all as you celebrate the arrival of Hope in your lives.

Friday, December 23, 2016

Cancel Christmas?

I read a flippant (I hope) remark on FB the other day: Maybe we should just cancel Christmas this year.  No, my friends. Now is when we need Christmas more than ever. This year perhaps more than any other lately, Madeleine L'Engle's poem needs to resonate in our hearts.

God did not wait till the world was ready,
till . . . nations were at peace.
God came when the Heavens were unsteady,
and prisoners cried out for release.

God did not wait for the perfect time.
God came when the need was deep and great.
God dined with sinners in all their grime,
turned water into wine.

God did not wait till hearts were pure.
In joy God came to a tarnished world of sin and doubt.
To a world like ours, of anguished shame God came,
and God's Light would not go out. 

God came to a world which did not mesh
to heal its tangles, shield its scorn.
In the mystery of the Word made Flesh
the Maker of the stars was born.

We cannot wait till the world is sane
to raise our songs with joyful voice,
for to share our grief, to touch our pain,
God came with Love: Rejoice! Rejoice!