It’s hard to pause when there is still so much need. So I’m not doing a great job, but I am slowing down and seeing how much my nervous system has needed it. But the fact is as long as I’m connecting with families who remain in limbo, displaced, not knowing when they will be able to resettle into a home. As long as I see sweet little ones squeezed into hotel rooms and RV’s, hear mothers’ lament at not being able to cook the food of home…as long as parents are still crying silently in despair…and so much more, they are still on my heart.I had crazy dreams and didn’t rest well last night because some heartbreaking conversations weighed on me. Usually I have very good boundaries, doing what I can to help and surrendering the rest. There is just so much complexity, compounded trauma and need. I WISH I could take away the unending displacement and instability, the pain and heartbreak. Wrapping us all up in a big soothing mama hug. But I can’t. So that’s my prayer today: that all will feel the deep abiding LOVE of Spirit/Creator, of Mother, and find some rest and solace. Some ancestral remembrance that we are deeply cared for, like the certain provision of rose hip brilliance and medicine in the dark winter. Some HOPE. Please join me
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Note:
I’ve been sharing my experience of the Almeda Fire in southern Oregon on my Facebook page, but I want to share it here so you can all walk with me on this journey. Click the “Almeda Fire” tag at the bottom of this post to read the entire series.
Rest and Solace