“I do not see a delegation of the four-footed.
I see no seat for the eagles.” –Chief Oren Lyons, Onondaga
The wren is not waiting his turn to speak, nor should he.
He calls out into the clamorous room–his name, his name, his name.
The whales have been offering their words for some time now,
but no one at my table seems to be listening,
not to the whales, nor to the insistent chitter of the bats
who, though they have no place on the agenda,
are doing their best to make their voices heard.
Who will call the meeting to order?
Who will make sure that every voice is heard?
1. Add more caring adults to the circle of people who mentor my children: I had my first chance to watch the Wrightsville Little League coaches in action yesterday at their first game. Our guys lost, but the coaches were excellent in their encouragement and their building of team spirit. They were praising the kids for encouraging each other. One hears horror stories, but there are wonder stories also.
2. The dawn is catching up to me. The sun rises shortly after I do, and I have daylight to help me wake up more quickly.
3. Getting back to class today. I love the break, but I get really antsy to head back into the classroom.
4. The right to vote. I am going to believe that my vote counts, despite the voices inside me that bray and mock that hope. But change does not stop with a vote. We have to work for the justice we seek.
5. Blue jays. They saunter through the sky like ruffians, like dudes, and they have absolutely no questions about their entitlement. I like their bombast. And their clear, loud whistles.
May we walk in Beauty!