“…Hope is not like a lottery ticket you can sit on the sofa and clutch, feeling lucky… Hope is an ax you break down doors with in an emergency; because hope should shove you out the door, because it will take everything you have to steer the future away from endless war, from the annihilation of the earth’s treasures and the grinding down of the poor and marginal.”
— Rebecca Solnit
Rising out of bed
My heart fills with compassion
My feet touch the earth
Terrify and inspire
Moving me to tears
This is what it means to major in sociology. I am totally immersed in this all day long.
Living in Santa Cruz is incredible and beautiful but these are the mountains I miss, rich with sagebrush and chaparral in the Sespe Wilderness. Some people say if you grow up near mountains, you’ll always feel a need to be close to them. Perhaps for you it’s the wide open sky above grasslands, an ocean, a river, or the desert. Phoebe is growing up in several natural environments around California. I wonder what she will feel a need for…
On our way home from preschool today Phoebe told me, “Mommy, Lily called me little.”
“What do you think of that?” I inquired. Being “little” is a touchy subject; sometimes she yearns to be a baby again and other times she wants nothing more than to grow up quickly.
“She was just kidding. I’m a small-big. I’m a different kind of big.”
This makes me so happy to hear. It demonstrates that she believes:
- “I don’t have to agree with your perceptions.”
- “I don’t have to take offense to what you say.”
- “I am worthy by my own standards.”
Right on, Phoebe.