#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

This morning my job was to take Wave to school after giving him a good breakfast. I gave up my morning walk to do this. And I was happy to do it. Then I had a client. The session went well and I was moved by her experiences and I felt hope and optimism and the possibility of healing happening in the world. I made an online donation in honor of Renee Good and her family and children who will now grow up without her. My own children, my daughters, both wanted to talk about her and their horror and anger. I had an amazing time having coffee with a dear cousin of mine at Starbucks. We talked and talked and talked about family, our parents, our children, our deep love for family, our sense of connection. I told him, as I was saying goodbye that I thought I was going to sob all the way home because we had connected so much with our feelings together, and he said, well, it’s good that you only have a four-minute ride home, and we laughed. We’ve always been good at laughing together. In the late afternoon I finally got my walk, and my youngest had the chance to join me and we had lots to talk about as well, so that was another sweet connection. Then family dinner and more connection. Still, grief and outrage. Sorrow and outrage. The terribleness of what’s happening in our country. Renee Good, who loved to sing and write poetry, no longer alive in the world and how will those who love her live without her? And why should they have to?