...given this day our daily green (and right grateful for it). While gathering these, I noticed sweet potato vines were wilting. About time to turn out the Beauregards.
It is a long reach to mourn a misspent past or to fret a diminishing future while surrounded by such a full and generous Now. The gift is all the more mysterious for being beyond all my deserving, and sobering when I realize that for many better souls than I, now is a troublesome and hurtful moment of want and suffering and oppression.
I don't know what to do in the face of such horrendous inequity except to offer my own small peace into the world to serve as way opens.