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)
Hey KG
I’ve got to tell you that I’ve been enjoying your writing ever so much. It truly warms my day.
Warm Regards,
Baer
Baer, that is a very nice thing to hear. It’s so helpful to hear that my writing matters….now if I could only learn to patch a tire on my fucking bike! No ride for me today! Kids and Paul went to movies, me, staring at computer screen.
KG
Thanks, Katherine, for sharing your moment when the universe and you were in rhythm and Life felt plentiful. Gonna let it rub off on me a little. xo
I am glad it works that way, the rubbing off of good onto others.
Great to get to see you TWICE in one week! Glory! Katherine
Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks, Con Con! Love, Kath