There are days when you just have to say, this is good. No, no, that’s not it. It’s more that there are days when you know this one is more than good. The sun is still high in the sky even at 5:00. The breeze coming off the Pacific is gentle and lovely, while the ocean temperature is a warmish 66°. You know you will dive in eventually, but for now you walk along with your feet in the surf, taking in every hue of blue you see. You exhale. You say thank you.
This week has been a tough one. Regardless of where you stand along the political divide the latest actions by ICE have been impossible to fathom. Yet here we are, feeling the same unbearable loss we felt on a particular December 14th and September 11th and January 6th. I don’t want to write about this latest pain like I have authority nor do I want to hold you in that place of trauma but I do want to acknowledge our collective outrage and sorrow, and to remind you to do whatever it takes to find a life-raft for your own survival.
Mine is as it has been for over a year, by seeing through the eyes of someone quite precious.
Nine Cent Girl 