Sunday Slice - off script

I'm having trouble sitting down today, getting out some words on the page.

I was hoping to Sunday Slice from The Book of Alchemy, but my brain wasn't focusing. 

So instead - it's butt in seat, and do what I can.

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I walked the dog this morning, rallied by the morning sunshine and shaking off losing that precious hour. The yard now has a sprinkling of snowdrops and the crocuses are popping up, too. I can't bear to check this week's weather, but I'm not naive enough to think spring is truly here, but amen for the sunlight and warmth we had today.

I had two events, and a Zoom, and an unplanned but important call today. Too much for a Sunday, for sure. But one of the events, a rally in support of immigrants in Cleveland, was filled with song, and it was a joy to be in a full room - maybe 200 of us - singing We Shall Overcome in four languages. Tears slid down my face, but I didn't feel the need to wipe them away. The ache of injustice feels like a constant companion - not just immigration, but the dismantling of education resources, our military actions, our weakening environment, our billionaire-focused economy. The service ended with 4 ways to take action, and an invitation to get involved. As someone who loves concrete next steps, I was cheering! (It reminded me of something John Hattie said yesterday - every conference or feedback session with a student should end with "Where to next?" - and that is good language for organizers & activists, too.)

Last night, I went to a birthday party with materials for crafting. We ended up circling around the room sharing our intentions for the year, and one woman shared that she was using this mantra: 

I immediately crafted it and before I go to bed tonight, I'm finding a place to post this reminder. Breathing is always there for me. Peace and love are always there, too. So I'll gently end here, a few breaths in... and out.