It is clear this country is at a pivotal moment for health reform and yet Congress is set to take a vacation. Perhaps we could demand a little more.
The fog is in this morning, so the pinks, corals, and lavenders of the flowers are spectacular amidst the green. Each time my eye is caught, I have to stop and breathe in the colored light.
My 14 year old niece is coming to visit from CT, will fly in on Sunday morning and I am so excited. I am lighting candles all over the house and freshening and looking forward to our time together. My grandmother lived in SF in the early 1920's and would go down to Carmel with friends and sleep on the beach. I've planned a night for Katy and me there, a chance to commune with my grandmother, her great-grandmother. I see it as an opportunity for us to breathe more deeply into our ancestral genes.
I read a little book yesterday, The Search for Delicious. It is by Natalie Babbitt, the author of Tuck Everlasting. It certainly puts the ridiculousness of bickering into perspective. The whole country is manipulated by the "bad guy" into going to war so he can take over as king. The argument is over which food most represents the word delicious. It reminds me of Dr. Seuss and how he wrote of people battling over which side bread is buttered on. It makes most disagreements look pretty ridiculous.
May each one of us today find paths of peace, lit as softly and brilliantly as flowers at the end of July.