Tuesday Cold

It is another day off here, due to cold.

These bonus "at home" days allow for the ease of comfortable clothes, no driving in the snow, more cups of energizing hot cinnamon spice tea, and extra minutes to make a list, play with the dog, switch the laundry, even take a breath.

Yet I'm in frump, out of sorts... my vibe is off, way off; I feel dim, lackluster as the hate in our world swirls into a frenzy.

I know I need to work diligently, persistently, to create light & love in the world right now... 

Yesterday, I talked to two young Ohio activists looking for summer job ideas, both of whom know there is power in their voices and want to use their energy (and smarts) for advocacy, for organizing, for good. I also bought some "aromatherapy mist", labeled "eucalyptus for clearing" - spraying and breathing in the essential oil and tricking myself into clarity (or maybe just a good smell moment). I listened to an incredible podcast of Dr. King's speeches - pure energy for our current days and so much learning about King's absolute brilliance and his faithful belief in nonviolence. I chatted with my mom, who was making potato casserole for 25 - a side dish that my dad is serving at lunch time today to Clevelanders seeking a warm meal. I snuggled the dog. I texted an important article to my high school friend chat. I bought copies of Jonathan Eig's King biography for young adult readers to share with kids and teachers. (This book is so deeply discounted from Book Outlet, I am linking it here.) I wrote my sentence (about Dr. King).

My vibe is not back.

But I'm here, with my real feelings, making a cup of cinnamon tea.

Today I will lean into steadiness. That is my work today.