It has been a week of remembrance, a week of heartbreaking tragedy. A week of “please do something before it’s too late” because the clock is ticking. A week of reflection knowing that life isn't fair.
My country said farewell to our 39th President, Jimmy Carter. What an inspiration he was. His life was one of love and gratitude, grit and determination, generosity and compassion.
The fires in Southern California are devastating and relentless. I sit here safe and warm, feeling guilty that I’m safe and warm.
But I am reminded that no place is safe anymore. From wildfires, floods, hurricanes, bomb cyclone snowstorms and tornadoes. From guns and people who should not have guns. From “leaders” who do not have the best interest of my country in their hearts.
And Cancer sucks.
The world feels like it’s spinning off its axis – and taking us all along for the wild ride. Whether we bought a ticket or not.
So, in the meantime, I find comfort in little things.
Like a funny wee blind dog who wants nothing more than to snuggle on my lap and toss her toys in the air.
Like a delicious hot chocolate on a snowy morning.
Like an unlikely duo cuddling on that same snowy morning.
Like indulging my passion (obsession?) for jigsaw puzzles. And finding unexpected “help.”
Like the days becoming longer by the minute (literally) and catching the sun setting.
And being grateful, oh so grateful, to be alive.
