Grace in the storm

A gratitude poem and an anecdote about the library and how I see dream-seeds as potent, rather than a waste of time

A 24 hour storm that didn’t accumulate

Hubby got off work early last night

And we made it in time for my dental appointment this morning

And he got to work only a few minutes later, but no later than expected, given the storm

A squirrel ventured out high up our backyard tree

Stared back at me

On a branch when the ice-flakes still coming down, because those buds, looking like trinities looked too yummy not miss out on just because of a little weather

I found an old Star Wars madlibs I got years ago, with a feeling it wasn’t for us

And I brought it over, once the snow had settled to occasionally wafting flakes almost like milkweed made of water-fluffy-plasma, as gratitude for our neighbors for snowplowing the driveway

With the snowblower I got for my husband 8 years ago, seven when we regifted it

He never used it; never was led to; I felt aligned to get it when I did

Now when our neighbor uses it, he lights up like a kid

I’ve never seen someone so happy to be asked a favor than my neighbor

When I told him what time we needed to be out the door, after he’d offered to snow blow for us, standing at his own door

I said, “Are you sure?”

He said, “I love doing it. Thank you for asking.”

And in gratitude for the simple grace of life’s unfoldment

I am basking

---

The other day I went to the library to pick up my son. I am happy to report, our library system, I learned, recently transitioned away from the Dewey system - if you read here regularly, you may remember I wrote a piece about Dewey recently, and I have nothing good to say about him, so I will let you scroll my recent posts if you want to hear the things that contribute to my joy at knowing my library no longer uses his system.

When I arrived, they were doing absentee voting in person, which is very oxymoronic. I had decided to hold my tongue and focus on being the light. Fortunately, someone else pointed out the funniness of it, just before I arrived, I found out later from my guys. I decided instead to ask them if they knew of anyone who was working to get ranked voting. As I approached they asked me, “Are you here to vote?” I said, “Oh no. I’m definitely not voting this time around. I just wanted to ask if you guys had thought about using the opportunity of civic involvement to put some energy behind ranked voting, or some other way to make it feasible to elect a person who isn’t a criminal and genuinely loves the people and is for the people.” They were actually quite open and liked the idea of ranked voting and resonating with wanting better choices and in no way argued with me when I observed aloud the opinion, “They are both criminals.” I don’t really think ranked voting will happen, but I think thinking about it is a great first step to ultimately birthing systems of governance on better foundations when we are all ready. Dreaming isn’t idle. It’s design, it’s co-creating with others, with life, with reality, the possibility in the ethers of something new, different, something to aspire to, something that inspires.

Imagine if we all used our empathic senses to determine who is fit for leadership and selected our leaders - whether through voting or some other way, based on their integrity, skills in the areas needed and spiritual maturity?