Independence Day Struggle

Day 284

Today is the 4th of July. America’s Independence Day. A day of family gatherings, BBQ, and celebrations capped off with wondrous displays of fireworks.

But my heart struggles.

Today I think about the situation at our southern border. I think about the people who came here frightened, looking for a better way of life — a safer life. This is what my ancestors did hundreds of years ago. I think about how precarious the journey must have been for some of them in the 1700’s. Records are lost so I cannot know for sure, but history paints a strong picture.

America was to be the great melting pot.

I do not have the answers to solve these problems, but I believe with all my heart, the current solution is a horrible one. My ancestors certainly were not native to this country. They were poor, hardworking people who came here hoping to make a better life. As a result, I am able to live today with relative comfort.

I love my country, but I do not love its politics.

I had hoped we put a lot of our sad history behind us. Not to forget, but to overcome.

Sadly, there is an undercurrent of hate that I find alarming.

I know we are all different. I know we often disagree. But it is hard for me to understand how any American is not disturbed by the same things that haunt me.

Lady Liberty, I believe your true heart is breaking today.

Please don’t give up on us. There are a lot of really good people fighting the good fight. People who want to see your heart whole again.

May we all join in the pursuit of peace for all people.


Finding the Light

Day 24

Today was to be the second day of my much-anticipated workshop. I got up early not feeling quite right. I showered, got dressed and started on my way. About 10 minutes from home, I knew I should not be driving so I turned around and came home. It was disappointing, but as a good friend told me long ago, “Everything is as it should be”. I have repeated that to myself many, many times and today was no different.

My husband was kind enough to drive me over to my class so I could gather my materials and take care of loose ends. As we left the class, I received a text from my daughter that my granddaughter was ill and they had to take her to the emergency clinic. She will be okay, but my heart just aches.

IMG_7301As we drove, we passed this gorgeous tree. The light was hitting it from the back and it was just so beautiful. We stopped the car and took a picture of the tree. The light touched me. It was a reminder that even in our darkest hours, there is a sliver of light somewhere. It may be just a trickle, but it will be there.

Later we made a brief stop to enjoy an unplanned latte at a little coffee shop in Hendersonville. We sat out in the sunshine for a few moments and just talked. It was nice. I felt the sun on my shoulders and saw the light through the eyes of a very special man who just happens to love and care for me.


Several good friends of mine are hurting tonight. My heart is heavy and hurting and I feel for everyone that is suffering even a little. It can be hard and everything can seem bigger when we feel alone. Life’s problems come in waves and none of us are immune to some dark days or sadness. Doesn’t make it any easier, though.

There is so much hate and violence in our country and in our world. Today, this little bit of a blog is all I can manage.

If you are hurting or feeling sad, I send you peace and comfort tonight. Hopefully we can all focus on that little trickle of light and hope for a better tomorrow.

“Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.” 
Veronica Roth