Friday was a day of bad news and hopeful signs.
From relatives: a house broken into for the second time in as many weeks; a relative who works as a teller held up; a young man’s suicide and the pain of the survivors; the cancer of a childhood friend’s mother has spread; a family’s two year saga with DSS is at a critical crossroads with a resolution being the lesser of two evils and no justice served; another friend has no heat or hot water as she pays down a bill from last year. I was afraid to answer the phone or check email by the time Saturday rolled around. Believe it or not, I woke up on Friday feeling hopeful, powerful and happy for the day.
My prayer is that the cloud that has been suspended over the family for the past two years move out to sea. I don’t want it to go over any one else’s family but, damn, it’s been over this family for a while. Enough. “Lord, have mercy” is prayed over and over. We have faith but it is being tested. We have strength but are feeling battered. “Intervene please,” is whispered to the ancestors, those who loved us and who have gone before us and, we hope, are watching out for and over us. We keep counting our blessings and praying, “Lord, have mercy.”
Hopeful signs on the income front: two interviews this week, two tours, one meeting with stipend, two inquiries awaiting follow-up; a closing that will bring money to relieve money worries for my closest friend. (Please, oh, please, oh please…)
Unexpected goody – an opportunity to see a major singer up close and personal because of the generosity of a friend.
Into each life some rain must fall. (Rain is necessary but floods not so much.) “I’ve looked at life from both sides now…” Joni Mitchell writes powerful lyrics and I am feeling the wisdom of this particular song right now.
I usually take my water with a slice of lemon, but I’m looking for a little sugar and a bit of honey to add right now.
Ciao, bella.
From relatives: a house broken into for the second time in as many weeks; a relative who works as a teller held up; a young man’s suicide and the pain of the survivors; the cancer of a childhood friend’s mother has spread; a family’s two year saga with DSS is at a critical crossroads with a resolution being the lesser of two evils and no justice served; another friend has no heat or hot water as she pays down a bill from last year. I was afraid to answer the phone or check email by the time Saturday rolled around. Believe it or not, I woke up on Friday feeling hopeful, powerful and happy for the day.
My prayer is that the cloud that has been suspended over the family for the past two years move out to sea. I don’t want it to go over any one else’s family but, damn, it’s been over this family for a while. Enough. “Lord, have mercy” is prayed over and over. We have faith but it is being tested. We have strength but are feeling battered. “Intervene please,” is whispered to the ancestors, those who loved us and who have gone before us and, we hope, are watching out for and over us. We keep counting our blessings and praying, “Lord, have mercy.”
Hopeful signs on the income front: two interviews this week, two tours, one meeting with stipend, two inquiries awaiting follow-up; a closing that will bring money to relieve money worries for my closest friend. (Please, oh, please, oh please…)
Unexpected goody – an opportunity to see a major singer up close and personal because of the generosity of a friend.
Into each life some rain must fall. (Rain is necessary but floods not so much.) “I’ve looked at life from both sides now…” Joni Mitchell writes powerful lyrics and I am feeling the wisdom of this particular song right now.
I usually take my water with a slice of lemon, but I’m looking for a little sugar and a bit of honey to add right now.
Ciao, bella.
Thank you for sharing your blog! I have a feeling something very good is coming your way, my intuition tells me…
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