Often on a Thursday night when I sit to write my post, I am torn in multiple directions. The headlines are hard to ignore even by those of us desperate to be in the here and now, tending to our own local fires. Many folks run around propelled by the latest gossip, perhaps they too are desperate to get far away from it all? My cold run generally helps. Getting away from a screen and breathing in that mountain air a natural tonic for most.
Even in the darkest of days one searches to find a flicker of light, perhaps cutting through the fog or slanting between the clouds, and if you can find it, if only for a split second, it does the heart good to take that hope in. Absolute darkness does seem to be the state of affairs clear round our little spinning Earth of late. From the butchers who attacked Israeli civilians on October 7th to the recent ‘Nazi talk’ from the off-the-rails GOP frontrunner, not forgetting the Russian invasion of Ukraine that’s close to two years of bloodshed, or that many of our own Senators are bent on creating a theocracy likening themselves to the misguided yet mighty Salem judges and causing as much suffering as they did in 1692. Yes, there is no doubt, these are dark times, not made better by extremist of any religious bent. But today, of all the days in the year, I strive to find a reason, or even a short pile of reasons, to clasp my hands together in gratitude.
I wake in the dark listening to the beginning of commerce passing by our home. We live on a favorite route for many, not a main thoroughfare, but a preferred road for sure. From bed I move to my yoga mat. It’s not typically a vigorous routine, but one that is dictated by Adriene. She is fun and funny, sometimes demanding, but always offering modifications, which I appreciate before I am fully awake. On this morning, the sky lit up with much fire, the sun peeking from beyond the tree tine while the still dark sky glows with hints of pink. Hard not to feel gratitude for such a dawn.
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