Next Moves

I spend part of each day wandering, lost in my thoughts while I traipse atop a grand ridge. Sometimes in the cool of the morning mist or later in the sun-drenched heat of afternoon, but my favorite time to walk is when I catch the last burst before a dusky black lays upon the final moments of the day. There have been rattle snakes, coyotes, roadrunners and quail, even a bob cat, with multiple colonies of bunnies and an abundance of ground squirrels all passing along the foot path, but as I often stroll alone, I enjoy the company. Wandering is a common blog topic for me as I suppose like many writers I find the pedestrian occupation goes hand in hand with sorting out troublesome characters or plot lines or next moves.

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This is about hope

She and I sat on the sidelines watching all our kids compete for decades, playing Soccer, Baseball, Softball, Basketball and LaCrosse, from T-ball everyone is a winner to high school and college sports to semi-professional serious business. There was even a post-college year where both sons played in a men’s b-ball league. Traveling through blizzards, standing through downpours or blazing sun, we got there to watch the highs and lows sports offers its competitors. And, as luck would have it, we caught most games through the years, but last week we were overjoyed to witness our adult son endure 3 days of tough matches as he made his way to the semi-finals in a sport he recently started playing with a bit more intention, tennis.  We witnessed the thrill of the wins to advance, and the last match that ended in a narrow defeat. Admiring athleticism is inspiring, but so is watching the athlete’s internal struggle as their mounting frustration is pushed aside by determination. We yelled all the platitudes, granted all the positive nods, but for the person on the pitch or court or field, it is their mindset that must deliver the motivation to push onward. Exactly like every battle we face off the mat, right? We watched matches over three days, learning what every sports metaphor is aimed at in real life. Ideals like finding hope when its not easy or paying attention to the tiny little joys when those too are rare.

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Tiny Little Joys, Part 2

In my last post I stated July is for juicy joys only because as valuable as joy is, it is often an elusive emotion, and this July proves no different. The Guadalupe River flooding that devastated the communities throughout Kerr County is as horrific a natural disaster as one could ever imagine. Everyone knows someone who knows a lot of someone’s, my Texas cousin told me. Looking for joy at this moment feels  far from possible. And yet, little by little, we must crawl through the darkness, live with the sorrow, and eventually, scratch out some hope as the very word implies: “To hold hope in the absence of any justification for hope.” Somehow this is what we do when called upon in the very worst of situations. “To hope is to transcend one’s circumstances–to know that the circumstances are dire and choose to dream anyway” (McDonald). Tiny step by tiny step, we allow for a sliver of light to inform our dusky and deep sadness, and it is through these moments we will discover hope again.

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