I woke this morning and the clock told me it was 4:36 am, about the time I usually get up. While I was waiting for my coffee to be ready, I stood at the sink and looked out the kitchen window into the darkness filled with shadows that I know are the massive trees in my neighborhood, highlighted by the warm glow from the street lights. It’s beautiful and peaceful and I don’t like sleeping in and missing this time of day, nor later watching as the day begins to dawn, and later still watching the fog roll in.
As I write this the sun has risen and the fog disappeared, it’s a glorious day here now, but still, there’s something magical that happens in the early hours pre and post dawn, a new day beginning, a time for reflection and optimism and hope for a better future to be found than what was yesterday. Today is special in that it is the last day of the year, a year of upheaval and ugliness that I hope ends with the dawning of the New Year.
As the New Year dawns may peace, joy, and acting from a high moral ground be what people strive for, and choose to do, that ugly behavior, bad choices and beliefs find themselves on the losing side of humanity. That people find solace and continuity in giving back, not just monetarily, but with empathy and caring for all, but most of all, that they find a community where they can be safe and loved.
Be safe, be kind, be generous in spirit and deeds, be bold in protecting others.
A story that brought me to tears yesterday, the loss, the joy, the time lost forever.
A short article by the AAP in 1981, if only the “adoption professionals” had been listening how many adoptees wouldn’t have found graves, or gone to their graves without knowing, so many years lost, so much loss.
A very short post by an AP about what happened one day to her child.