SING A JOYFUL SONG
Are you like me in wishing we were already past the damn election? And this from a broad who LOVES Fall: the drifting leaves, the intense red of the maples, the slow turning of oaks on the far ridge to a dull brown and gold, and the golden ferns waving beside the road. I remember the smell of burning leaves from the pile my Dad raked in our front yard, and then the big piles he left for us kids to jump into, shrieking with joy. Peter and I used to make outlines of rooms with leaves on the lawn, then making a bed to lie down on. Such joy!\ As we near this crucial election, I am trying to find golden moments in each day, or as one person called them, "glimmers." We simply cannot go down the dark rabbit hole of despair and fear, esp. if the Orange Mango wins. We need to find ways to be grounded, to keep our spirits up, to be light for the world and to love our world, broken though it may seem at times. So what do I do to find glimmers in my day, to seek out joy? 1/ Write a
