I was walking in San Diego recently and thinking how I could be anywhere in any city. I didn’t “feel” like I was in San Diego.
So much about cities are similar and the chains of stores cast a similar pall.
Forgetting when you wake up in a hotel which city you’re in causes a bit of melancholy.
It doesn't make me lonely, it makes me feel like places are just little squares in a large quilt bound together by love and longing to belong.
Every place I go I meet kind strangers willing to say good morning.
I have met men and women who have taught me about new products, new places, new systems, new poetry, new everything!
If it wasn't for the people I have met along the way, Thistle Farms, and all the other enterprises we have built would not be functioning.
I live so grateful for all the knowledge, time, resources, and skills people have offered to help another woman find her way home.
Last weekend I preached in North Carolina and took a hike in the mountains on Saturday.
The sky was filtering through trees and casting wild shadows and sparkling flashes on schist rock. I was fascinated by the dance of light the rock and sun created...and so I followed.
I climbed to the top of the huge outcrop filled with bits of mica, veins of quartz, and huge slabs of limestone.
When I reached the top, there was a deep crevice with a flower blooming from its center.
That flower symbolized for me what the gift of this work feels like.
There is a miracle that happens when people offer tiny droplets, bits of rich soil, and seeds of hope.
Something stunning begins to grow.
We get to marvel at the dancing light,
the wonders of a surprise flower, and keep
reminding each other that it is all about love.
Sometimes this work feels like there is a deep fracture of injustice and trauma.
We have mountains of injustices to cross, rivers of issues to traverse, and a long hot season ahead.
Let's keep in touch and keep celebrating along the way.
There is much work for us to do, and more miracles to come.
PEACE AND LOVE,
becca