Rebuilding Hope

Across the river, a team of Army workers are tackling the immense job of restoring the park that was the put-in place for rafting companies and other paddlers--groups that brought needed revenue to our county.

The flood uprooted trees, deposited debris, and left a huge gouge in the middle of what had been the parling area. Now many hands are working to restore the park--as they are working all over our devastated region.

I can't help seeing an analogy here--our brutally divided country in need of repair.  

Like many, I am sick at heart over the election of this incredibly flawed man and am apprehensive of the future. 

I cling to hope. But it's going to take some heavy equipment to heal this divide

 

Take a Break from Stressing

                                                                         

This pretty critter landed on my laptop while I was doom-scrolling. It seemed like a message.

I took it outside and we communed for a while. 

Then I moved it to a plant and went in and read Mary Oliver's lovely poem The Summer Day-- a nice change from the news and appropriate at all times. You can find it here. 

And remember to breathe.