By Janet Wong
If you think
of words
as tiny seeds
that take root
and hold
this earth together
then you see
why it matters for us
to scatter even our smallest
thoughts out there,
to make our voices
heard --
There are no stupid questions.
And, yes:
there might be simple answers.
The birds are chirping:
more seeds,
more seeds!
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Paul is on the redeye overnight because he has a work thing -- he'll be back here Wednesday night, assuming the election doesn't mess up flights. So we had a fairly quiet day doing work and chores, then we walked to the beach and saw the ducks closer to evening now that the clocks have gone back. We ate leftovers for dinner and started watching the Chiefs-Buccaneers game together before he left, then chatted while he was at the airport about the stupid overtime rules that let KC win. Now I'm watching The Fall Guy, something distracting from the news.
Speaking of the election, since it seems like a good night for prayer -- my Jewish women's support group for Kamala on Facebook called it Poll Nidre -- here is Holycross Abbey, founded as a Cistercian monastery by the King of Limerick in 1182, possessing a relic of the True Cross brought to Ireland by King John's wife Isabella of Angouleme in the 1200s, a chalice from the 1600s, a fresco of Irish hunters from the 1400s, the Stations of the Cross both within and without, the ruins of the infirmary and guest house, and partially intact cloisters:
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