Hope

I was at Cavallo Point today looking up at the Golden Gate Bridge, and came across a sign explaining that “a Physical Suicide Deterrent System is being installed along the west and east sides of the Bridge. The potentially life-saving system will rely on horizontal stainless steel nets supported by steel struts connected to the Golden Gate Bridge structure. The net will lie approximately 20 feet below the sidewalk and will extend horizontally approximately 20 feet from the Bridge. The South Approach Viaduct, Fort Point Arch, Suspension Bridge and the North Approach Viaduct will be fitted with this protective barrier. Further protection is being provided by a 12-foot-high picket fence installed atop the concrete bridge railing at the north end of the bridge.”

It was such a beautiful day and I thought how can this be, that anyone feels so hopeless that they have no choice but to jump off this bridge, and yet, money is spent, and people are working to prevent that.  May this expense, work, and care give hope.

I’m with these words of Howard Zinn: “To be hopeful in bad times is not just foolishly romantic. It’s based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty but also of compassion, sacrifice, courage, and kindness.”

The Sign
Looking up to see the bridge and the deterrent
Looking across at San Francisco
The intricacy and beauty of support.
Another view of the city from Marin

Hope and Joy

As a child, I watched the conventions with my family.  Last night I watched with a smile on my face, reveled in the open hearts, love, and beauty as we gather as immigrants, even if generations back, and neighbors, to celebrate feeding and educating children for the good and future of democracy and this country.

I’m thrilled.

Heather Cox Richardson ended her “column” with these words:

Tonight, after his acceptance speech, Walz walked off stage to a favorite song of his: Neil Young’s “Rockin‘ in the Free World.” Neil Young personally allowed the campaign to use the song. When the Trump campaign used it, Young sued to make them stop.

And therein, the contrast between the two parties right now. 

Honoring Flow

Wind Chimes

My grandson goes to a wonderful preschool.  I just watched a video made by one of the classes. It’s called the Wind Chime Restoration Project.

At the entry to the school was a windchime that the parents and children loved ringing when they came to school and left.  One day it broke.  

One  class, the Opals, decided to fix it. The children drilled, painted, and threaded.  As one child put it, it took a long, long time.

The video contains each child’s words.  Words that repeated were, “I love you Wind!”

The wind chime became the voice of the wind for the children as they saw themselves as protectors of the wind and the chimes.  

Each child speaks of being very gentle with the chimes, and shows how to be very careful when touching them. The chimes are painted in different colors with messages from the children fluttering above them.

The video ends with the words of Robin Wall Kimmerer, author of Braiding Sweetgrass.

We need acts of restoration not only for polluted waters and degraded lands, but also for our relationship to the world.

Morning light filters through branches offering leaves to the ground – soft chimes.
Pelicans at Rodeo Beach – the beat of their wings chimes.
Wind moves through the rocks – waves chime filtering through the sand.

A Blessed Day

This morning I drove east to Rio Vista to visit my cousin and say goodbye as she transitions into a new journey. The drive was exquisite through the delta and past the golden summer lands of California.

On the roundabout I miscounted when to exit so I ended up on a deserted gravel road which was perfect as I needed a pee break.

On the left side of the road was an old-fashioned windmill with a gathering of cows.

Country Life

And on the other side was this.

Modern ways to gather the wind

At my cousin’s house, she showed me a box of cranes, 100 cranes, that my sister-in-law had made and sent to her to help her with her journey of healing and coming to peace and wholeness.

100 paper cranes gathered in a box
Here is the story of paper cranes!

Counterbalancing

I find myself mind-boggled with the news and events of the days, and so I come to Yeats.

God guard me from these thoughts  men think

In the mind alone;

He that sings a lasting song

Thinks in a marrow bone.

Circling in the Light

“Hope is the thing with feathers” – Emily Dickinson