I am sitting in a hotel in Nashville. The sun seems to be coming up. I can tell because the grey cloud cover is sort of glowing.
Bob the husband is at a tax conference downstairs. I am grateful that I no longer go to tax conferences.
I have told everyone that I am here to write, but really, I'm here to be quiet. I'm here to spend time with Bob and by myself. I'm here to give my ears a rest.
And when my ears stop ringing from the needs and wants and sadness and happiness of others, I hope to hear what I can do … really do, not just want to do … to BE for other people.
I made my peace globe, which will be unveiled on Monday, November 4. I'll give you a hint:
OK, that's more than a hint.
I love Teresa Avila. Our Godly Play story said that she laughed for God. "May God protect me from gloomy saints." She also said, "The closer we get to God, the simpler it becomes." And like a lot of people my age and not my age, I am looking for simplicity.
Love. Light. Dark. Rain. Sunshine. Anything that blooms. Anything that sings. Big hugs.
I want to be a center of peace in my people's ravaged lives. Joy, solace. Love. A hand up. A pat on a back. Love.