when the universe speaks

Somewhere in the middle of my morning, the universe gathered itself beautifully and came to me, the threshold of my breath.

I dropped Violet off at the soup kitchen downtown, so that she could volunteer there, at the behest of her friend.

We walked into the church, a room where I used to attend AA meetings, and into the kitchen. I was overcome when I looked at the industrial-size baking pan filled with fresh-scrubbed new potatoes, tiny red gems still wet from washing.

I teared up right away at those potatoes. Sometimes I am weak in the face of abundance and unbound hearts.

On the way out, I read a plaque on the wall about MLK, who was described as a “drum major for justice.” When I got into my car, I heard the new Jay Farrar song New Multitudes (the title track from a new collaboration album in the same vein as Mermaid Avenue, Vol I and II by Wilco and Billy Bragg), words by Woody Guthrie, to my great surprise, delight, and awe.

Sometimes I believe there is enough for all, that the world is good.

(props to Hubby over at Happy Valley News for his recent resonant post)