I am re-reading for the umpteenth time, Pema Chodrun's book Practicing Peace in Times of War.
It's a little beauty and I recommend it for every day of our lives.
When Christmas ends, I find it difficult to put everything away so a red tablecloth stays on the table and red candles abound. This morning though when I went to pick up the dishes, I knew it was time. I pulled out a yellow tablecloth, trimmed with blue, and placed a golden candle in the holder. I went around and switched all candles to ivory, yellow, and gold. I watered dry plants. Poinsettias still bloom and the light is shifting. Though soft, there is more of it each day.
Spring comes to my soil and soul.
Yesterday in perhaps an unconscious attempt to add color to the tomatoes, I sliced my thumb.
I bandaged it and proceeded with getting blood on only a few things as I banged painfully here and there.
Today, I remove the bandage for my shower and when I emerge pour blood onto the towel.
I see blood splashed here and there. I now have a mindfulness knocker, knock, knock, knocking awareness into my day.
I just came across this little piece of information from Wikipedia.
On May 2, 2000, South Carolina governor Jim Hodges signed a bill to make Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday an official state holiday. South Carolina is the last state to recognize the day as a paid holiday for all state employees. Prior to this, employees could choose between celebrating Martin Luther King Day or one of three confederate holidays.
I was unaware there were three confederate holidays. I check it out. There are many.