All About Love

It’s fall. Leaves are turning and here where I am, we celebrate with rain.

The landscape wraps a moist tongue touch.

I’m watching Bell Hooks speak about her book All About Love. I honor her wisdom and clarity as she shares how to change the conversation personally and politically on the power, necessity, and value of gratitude, forgiveness, compassion, and Love.

Love is a combination of six values: Care, Commitment, Knowledge, Responsibility, Respect, and Trust.

How Do We Repair?

A friend suggests we change the name of Independence Day to Interdependence Day.  I like that and wonder how we move toward that recognition when I read Heather Cox Richardson today.  

From HCR today:

Traditionally, Americans have celebrated the Fourth of July with barbecues, picnics, celebrations, and parades as people come together to celebrate our democracy without regard to political party. In Highland Park, Illinois, yesterday morning, a gunman opened fire on a Fourth of July parade with a high-powered rifle, killing 7, physically wounding at least 47 others, and traumatizing countless more. There were more than a dozen other mass shootings over the holiday weekend, as well. All told, mass shootings this weekend caused at least 15 deaths and injured at least 91. 

Police arrested the alleged Highland Park shooter, a white 21-year-old, without incident, inspiring comparisons to the police shooting of 25-year-old Jayland Walker of Akron, Ohio, last week after a stop for a minor traffic violation. Walker fled from the scene in his car and then fled from the car. Officers shot him, saying now they believed he was reaching for a gun. A medical examiner found 60 bullet wounds (not a typo) in Walker’s body, which a medical examiner said was handcuffed when it arrived at the coroner’s office. Walker was unarmed. He was Black.

The unarmed Black man was shot 60 times and then handcuffed.  He was running away, not aiming a gun.  

And what is the punishment for those who shot him?  Until there is accountability, this will continue.

Interdependent, we all suffer with the injustice we continue to see over and over again.   How many tears? How much pain? And why?

Looking Up and Out to Bridge!


Yesterday Tiger’s spirit passed over the Rainbow Bridge.  I see how the term comes from the light of passing shining through our tears.

Today I feel a softening in the grief as though my heart is melting like butter. 

A friend reminds me of all that happened in my life while Tiger and Bella were here.  Tiger really never came back to himself after Bella passed, so the vet said this could be grief for the loss of his womb mate that led to yesterday.  He is at peace.


The cat in charge of the office of the vet

It’s Spring

The sun is shining directly on the earth’s equator today at 8:33 AM, and now crosses the equator heading north.   Do we feel the shift, the increasing light in the northern hemisphere, the opening to bud in the warmth?

This morning I woke up thinking of wringer washing machines.   Well, first I was thinking about fear.  How do we live with and process fear? The image of the wringer washing machine came to me.

My childhood friend’s mother had one in the basement where we often played.  This was Iowa after all, and basements were exciting enclosures filled with hiding places, mystery, and discovery.   Plus, her mother brought us treats artfully made. We each got our own little package to open and munch, piece by tiny piece.

Memory taste buds enhanced, I read about wringer washing machines.  They save water.  Yes, they require a little more participation but right now when water is so important, perhaps that makes sense.  In addition, hands-on participation can do more than clean the clothes.  

These words came my way yesterday.  Perhaps that’s what brought forth the connection between how we bodily deal with our lives. Our hands integrate and cleanse our busy, and sometimes fearful and grieving minds.

The words are by Elena Barnabé.

“Grandma how do you deal with pain?”

“With your hands, dear. When you do it with your mind, the pain hardens even more.”

“With your hands, grandma?”

“Yes, yes. Our hands are the antennas of our Soul. When you move them by sewing, cooking, painting, touching the earth or sinking them into the earth, they send signals of caring to the deepest part of you and your Soul calms down. This way she doesn’t have to send pain anymore to show it.

“Are hands really that important?”

“Yes my girl. Think of babies: they get to know the world thanks to their touch.

When you look at the hands of older people, they tell more about their lives than any other part of the body.

Everything that is made by hand, so it is said, is made with the heart because it really is like this: hands and heart are connected.

Think of lovers: When their hands touch, they love each other in the most sublime way.”

“My hands grandma… how long since I used them like that!”

“Move them my love, start creating with them and everything in you will move.

The pain will not pass away. But it will be the best masterpiece. And it won’t hurt as much anymore, because you managed to embroider your Essence.”

~Elena Barnabé

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I’ve been home for four days with a cold, cough, and sore throat.  The gift is I’m not only aware of each breath but grateful for it.  Perhaps sickness comes once in a while so we better appreciate our health.  It’s an opportunity to simply be since I can’t seem to focus on much else.

Two quotes guide me today.

Leo Tolstoy: 

Everyone thinks of changing the world. But no one thinks of changing themselves.

Victor Hugo: 

If you look in the eyes of the young, you see flame.  If you look in the eyes of the old, you see light.

Of course age is relative and so it is for us all to see and be flame to Light.

Abbott’s Lagoon – July 14