Monday, October 2nd, 2017
PUNY, I FEEL PUNY TODAY
Yep, I feel puny–small and weak. I’m just back from a family gathering that was full of goodwill and generosity and decent decent people. This was followed by a trip on Amtrak that was stalled for an hour and was full of goodwill and generosity and decent decent people who were stranger to one another.
Then home—More Trump tweets—Las Vegas—Political blather.
And I feel puny. I have a growing adjustment to catastrophe as common. My hope flame is low. I want to disengage from knowing.
So I have a cup of coffee in my red cup–my altar, my chalice. My caffeine. I buck up. I don’t give-up. Who cares if I feel puny? What’s puny got to do with what needs to be done. Off I go into the day, weilding my particular toothpick of a spear, click clacking my way back to love anyway, prayer anyway,