In 2008, the sky filled with black and ominous storm clouds, and its first heavy downpour washed away some of life. More storms are on the horizon, back to back, fierce in their momentum and forcing us down.
Should we have better assessed its trajectory and power? Yes.
Is it too late to be seeding the clouds to lessen the impact? Maybe.
Last year became a year to fight or flee, self reflect, stand in solidarity and divide, redraw boundaries and reroute traditions. The old communal philosophies were challenged by a world that did not ask forgiveness or permission as it dispensed out old world consequences. We went to war with our value system.
And yet all is not lost. Grandbabies were born, families were reunited, people fell in love. It was historically significant. Moments like these, and lessons about blossoming and waning friendships, made the year of redistribution a year of redistributing the big rocks in my jar.
Life breathes into the pivot points, connections and laughter, even the tears shed at the solemn challenges ahead. As it pounds down from above, I hope we seek shelter together and lighten the load.
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