I woke up at 4 this morning, with a telltale sinus headache, and never really went back to sleep. The sky was a weird beige, punctuated by a deep orange sun, and as I opened the gate to take the dog for a walk, I noticed a thin layer of ash on all the horizontal surfaces. My head does not do well in this hazy air; my heart is so full of worry and sadness that it’s not doing well either.
The fires in the Columbia Gorge, possibly started by some dumb-ass teenagers setting off fireworks. The floods in Houston recede to the new reality of loss, mold, mildew, loss, cockroaches, mosquitos, loss, snakes, ants, loss. Hurricane Irma is on the loose. Hundreds of thousands of people in India, Nepal, and Bangladesh have their lives washed over by more horrific floods. And the president seems to think that now is a good time to end DACA and send over 800,000 children to lands they have never called home.
I’m finding it hard to grab onto any hope today. You?
But maybe it’s too soon for hope. Maybe I am supposed to sit with this despair for a while, let it sink in deep, let it foment about in my gut for a while, create some more compassion, work up a little more urgency.
Hope is found in the tiny things, maybe, in those bits of ash that will be great fertilizer for the burned forests that will eventually regrow. Hope is found in the tiny acts, maybe, the people who call their elected officials and make some signs and protest, or take in folks so they don’t have to leave. Hope is found in big things, too, like people being generous with their clean up, fix up talents, or generous with their money.
But hope eludes me today, so I greet today’s companion, despair, and wait with it.
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Thanks for the thoughts about ‘sitting with this despair for awhile’ and ‘letting it sink in’ and then ‘working up more compassion’. I’m not overwhelmed, I’m numb. I’ll not stop praying and I’ll wait.