Dear Reader:

Once we realize that the one “constant” in life we can not change is change itself…the better off we are.

As much as most of us would love to see an ending to this pandemic…we are beginning to slowly understand that the recent cultural changes around us can’t solely be blamed on a virus…no matter how powerful or potentially deadly. Instead we are becoming more aware that the virus has just exposed what’s been lying under a societal scab for a long time.

The pandemic is waking us up to the truths about racial injustice, income inequality, gross disparities to health care and basic services like cleanliness…fresh water and clean air. These problems have just been festering under  human resignation for too long.. the virus just exposed the widening chasm between ‘haves’ and have-nots.’ 

The middle class, the early backbone of our democracy, has been dwindling leaving a widening gap between the ‘elitest of the elite’ and the poorest of the poor. The foundation that supports our democratic way of life is cracking under the weight of extreme wealth and power assigned to our new “aristocracy” of monopolies gobbling up its competitors.

That leaves most of us wondering where God is while we are surrounded by so many troubles…coming from all sides.

If some days our faith seems to falter…we need not despair..it is just human nature and temporary…In fact today there is a new term coined for this spiritual lapse…”Fluid Faith.”

Rabbi Sharon Brous defines this term as:

“Faith is fluid. It’s OK to have moments of expanded and contracted spirit, when we feel more or less connected to God and to the sacred all around us. When we feel distant, we shouldn’t be ashamed, just aware. When we can’t find God, we should practice finding each other. The best way to love God is to love God’s image. That is how I find my way back to faith, again and again…through helping others.”

This is an important turning point in our country’s history…we have the opportunity to get to the root of these abscesses in our society, clean them out, and heal the wounds of the past. It’s not too late to bring each other back together again.

This is a tenuous time…if we feel some days like we are walking a tightrope and the rope is getting thinner and narrower the farther we walk out…we are. As written in Psalm 118:

Psalm 118:  — “I called to the Lord from the narrowest place, and God answered me with great expansiveness.”

In a sense, under the quarantine, haven’t we all had our lives narrowed... it has been stressful…but we must dream, hope, and pray that God will deliver us back to a more open-minded country that expands its personal liberties to allow all God’s children the same opportunity to follow their personal American dream once again…unhindered by greed from a few.

So until tomorrow….

“This is the opportunity to work “toward a shared reality that truly honors the divine image in every one of us.”

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

Almost every afternoon now I glance out my window as I type the blog…and I see (at least) one unfurling white moon flower bloom. I never tire of it…and I always hold my breath.:) I am now calling these (almost daily) sighting…my new “Happy Hour.”

Honey sent some more goodies for me…through her niece, English…Look at these gorgeous gords and a Boo mask she got me while in the mountains! LOVE IT!