It's the Season for Daylight Savings Time, Spring, Lent & Anxiety
Dear Ones,
Now that we've sprung forward, the sun is setting after 7:15 p.m. here on the shores of Washington's Hood Canal, though we've yet to see the sun as another atmospheric river flows overhead. The flowering quince is budding, the salmonberry beginning to leaf, and the shot-weed is scattering seed in profusion immune to my eradication efforts. My yearly lenten journey following Jesus to Jerusalem with the cloud of death on the horizon is underway. In the next few weeks our family will celebrate the birth of both our wonderful grown daughters virtually. Mask mandates have been lifted and I've made travel plans to see my dad and stepmom soon, hoping that my three shots and a bout with omicron will keep me from transporting the virus. And the suffering unleashed in the wake of Russia's invasion of Ukraine threatens to leave me awash in helplessness and despair.
The challenge always is to hold the wild and varied aspects of our human experience in a tension tight enough to keep us from being flung off the teeter-totter, yet loose enough to bend and sway in the messy and difficult, without losing sight of the love and beauty that exists despite everything. Strengthening my commitment to my church community, leaning into photography, and spending evenings with my husband and Betty White (Hot in Cleveland) are lifting my spirits.
I wish you sustenance and resilience in all that comes your way this season.
With love,
Cathy
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