Dee Mallon, Pattern and Outrage deemallon.wordpress.com. ou thA post today entitled The light it speaks.
"Even before we've tinkered with our clocks, the light speaks of spring. Soft and democratic, it offers its glow wherever it falls, instilling a sense of hope."
…….soft and democratic, it offers its glow wherever it falls, instilling a sense of hope.
i could repeat that line many times here, because i love it so much and it says so much of what i find so hard to say.
she asks: Where does hope reside for you these days? Is it something you have to work at? If so, how do you do that?
What questions. Direct and un adorned. All day i have entertained these questions as Emrie and i spent the day. Emrie, the so totally NEW HUMAN BEING, just here on this plane, 18 months. Think of that. Just here, on planet Earth, in human form for only one and a half years. Think of it.
sit a little while, and think of it. You were just recently born. Showed up in a kind of funny as in odd family on a Hill in California. Stuff goes on there. But it's where you ARE and where you will begin to form yourSELF. Where you will learn how to Live. and then, you spend days with an old woman, who says she is your granma, actually, great granma, who reads Dee's blog and wonders things. Hangs out with you all day while you choose to play with these 5 things…the magnifying glass is plastic and from the Dollar Store. The measuring spoon, you bring back and forth, like a Begging Bowl, and she puts stuff in it. small cubes of cheese, chips of saltine crackers, pieces of green pea snack crisps. The stones are from the window sill next to where she sews and writes. You are allowed to take them off that window sill and do things with them, but have to put them back. They are understood to be of importance by this requirement to put them back.
Hope.
Hope. I don't know. I am not sure what to say. I think it might help me to think about what it is i might Hope FOR.
This child will spend most of her life after i am gone. Gone like dead. I will be dead for most of Emrie's life.
So this adds some weight to my thinking…Hope. What do i hope for? in terms of her…growing up, graduating from school, being a viable and free female human being, maybe having children, living a life, and if she's lucky, growing old. Hope. hope first is that there is a Planet that can Hold that living. Beyond that…there's so much to hope for, so much that is fragile in the moment, so much that is close to overwhelming to think about, so much i want to pass along to her, so much i HOPE she will be willing to hear, will Want to hear. Everything, i guess is about Hope. Hmmm. Surprise, grace, Everything seems to be about Hope……..
more of the blade of grass
windthread 
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