I am in a place of enchantment this morning. When I rose, the fog was doing something new with the sun. The fog has been especially entertaining this year. We have been here thirty years now, and we both agree we have never seen anything like the way it is coming over the hill this year, and today, it allowed this circle of light, almost like a sun in the west as the sun rose in the east.
I am being powerfully influenced by Joan, my Live Journal friend, who is setting up a pattern of organization and focus. I am also astonished to learn of a new country this morning, several in fact. She brings up Burkina Faso, a country in West Africa, where there was a mudslide that killed 31 people. This country gained independence from France in 1960. It is a semi-presidential republic, and the current president is Blaise Compaore.
The current name was chosen on August 4, 1984 by President Thomas Sankara and the name means "the land of upright people," in More and Dioula, the major native languages of the country. "The land of upright people." I like it.
I have always thought of plants as delicate, but a few weeks ago, the asphalt in our driveway started rising, and out in the center, far from any plants arose a bamboo shoot. Then, yesterday, I noticed a sprig of Rosemary growing up through rocks and concrete. The concrete is split, and the most beautiful offering of green rises.
It is amazing how strong we can be, how strong we are, when we continue to reach and grow.
Cheers today for the small country, Burkina Faso, and prayers for those who died and those who survive.
The world is rich in change, in the malleable ball of pain. I see more and more how pain allows the cracks, that, as Leonard Cohen says, let in the light.
A Sunday of blessings for us all.