morning sounds


4) What really stresses you out, and how to do take care of yourself when you're in the midst of *waves at all that*. 


I'm not feeling the prompt this morning and that's OK ... it's OK because Effy said so and also because I can make my own rules ( and by that I am giving your permission as well ... to make your own rules ... do it!)

It should be a quiet morning here. It's a federal holiday, Labor Day ... " It honors the American labor movementand the contributions that workers have made to the strength, prosperity, laws and well-being of the country." ... which makes me just shake my head because I think it is safe to say that most of those who are free to celebrate this holiday today were not helped by the labor movement because that kind of work wasn't part of their story. It is also safe to say that all of the people who cannot celebrate today because they have to work aren't protected by unions ... I am thinking of retail industry and restaurant industries ( that most certainly will capitalize on the holiday) ... and of these construction workers here behind my house making my morning less quiet since about seven o-clock. 

and I think of that crew ... mostly Hispanic ... mostly likely some or many undocumented ... and I wonder if they have children ... and I wonder how the repeal of DACA ( Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals) will affect their families. It breaks my already broken heart. And I wish I had more and more and more words that I could write about that but it all seems too little ... I sort of feel helpless in the constant deluge of destruction coming from our government. 

But I do what I can and I sink deeply into little self care moment to sustain me ... like having my coffee on the porch, on a beautiful morning. It is tempting to escape the pounding of hammers, the roar of equipment, the beeps of vehicles moving around ... it would be easy to feel exasperated. 

Instead, I am sitting here, being present. Holding love and light for the families represented by each crew member. I am listening with gratitude that the sounds serve as a reminder that life goes on ... and that is painful and sweet at the same time ... I wish the world would stop, reverse ... but I also want to know that there is something to reach for. 

I just glanced up at the trees and am stunned by the variety of greens hanging overhead ... beauty, right there. I think I'm out of words this morning.