Found Exhortation
Sign on door reads “HOPE.”
thoughts on how we fit into the web of community, family and society
Sign on door reads “HOPE.”
Sign asks, “how can white people be better allies? Share your ideas to your neighbors.”
This morning at the Supreme Court of the United States. I have been getting better about engaging in difficult conversations. This is a straightforward point to make: “relief first.”
Part of the reason “around town” is within several blocks of my house since the pandemic began is the limits on being able to find a safe bathroom. I prefer that to dehydrating prior to going out. I’m lucky to have the choice. One sign reads: “Our lives begin to end the day we are…
Seems appropriate for Yom Kippur. sign reads: “Do we really want a return to normal? Isn’t it time we build something better?”
Today I worked efficiently, gave additional money in support of racial justice, signed comment letters and petitions, meditated, walked, shared calls to action on social media, picked beans, cherry tomatoes, and herbs in the garden, and made soba noodles in spicy peanut broth with herbs and green beans.
Although, having been raised as a Quaker and continued to practice as such in adulthood, I do not observe most of the Jewish rituals and holidays. This year I was certain that I at least wanted to bake something traditional for Rosh Hashanah, and I felt engaged with wanting some part of ritual observance. Thus…