Southern Whispers

This morning's warm rain felt like a call to pause for a bit before tomorrow night's fireworks. It might be a good time to light a candle or two of Thanksgiving for lessons learned in 2021 and the many graces that have brought us here.  Of the blessings for which I am most grateful right now, high on the list is Glenn's patience.  As I obsessed over assignments in my master's program this year, Glenn read my papers, praised my work, and worked hard to help me put the tasks in perspective without ever undercutting their value. I am grateful, too, for the opportunity I've had to return to Hartsville where we've been able to reconnect with dear friends.  It has also been good to be working for a mission-driven organization. It does my heart good to spend time with people who are committed to a cause that is bigger than any of us and to be doing work that feels like making progress. Of the personal lessons that seem most clear, is the realization that while we may h...

My days start early, and I hope they always will.   Few things feel as good to me as the time between sleeping and doing. A morning cup of coffee in a quiet house, the chance to take Dakota out for her first walk, a moment or two to stretch my shoulders and my ankles and my heart. May your day and mine be as blessed as when the first rays of sunshine plant gleaming prisms in the dewy grass. May your first whispered thoughts be kind, your first steps quiet, your first actions graceful. After that, may your rising energy join with the songbirds in praise of something much bigger than any of us.