All right. I did it again. I feel a little like the Reese’s Cup guy: Sorry…not sorry.
There was no way I was going to get the weekly word posted yesterday. I thought maybe. I thought several times: I need to get to it. But I was glued to my TV all day. I needed to be.
I needed the return to decorum. I needed to feel the healing that comes from change. I needed ritual. I needed the ceremony. I needed to feel connected to something bigger than me…and something positive.
I went to bed thankful. And I woke up literally formulating this post. My first thoughts at 4:12AM were this post.
My prayer is that you can see and feel hopeful.
One of the highlights of the day was the reading by the Poet Laureate, Amanda Gorman. Her words bring me to tears…in the best kind of way.
Hope will make us brave enough to be it.
Pot of Manna 