Usually I put up chapters on the weekend but today I thought I’d give it a rest. A friend wrote last night and asked how I was feeling. This is my reply.
I feel like we escaped a fate my father, uncle, and aunt in the Woman’s Army Corps fought to protect us from ever experiencing again, and a fate that millions during WWII didn’t survive. Even though we lived abroad in London for a few years and traveled while I was young, my mother refused to ever set foot in Germany. I feel like we’ve turned away from fascism. I feel like we have a lifetime of work to do and all that makes me feel—interesting—but mostly happy.
Now on Sunday we are waiting for animal rescue to come pick up a large healthy looking coyote from our back yard who’s got a broken front paw — there’s a metaphor in there somewhere.
In the meantime I wish you a time to heal.
Spread the faith.