The Seeds of Hope

Raining all morning and the mixed feelings of cozying in to indoor activities and a bit of gloom with the wet and the darkness. At first glance, such gloom is not an auspicious sign on Election Day. 

 

And yet. Rain (especially in California) is always a blessing, the needed gift in nature’s cycles that keeps things living and growing. The roots of justice and the seeds of hope need water to prosper. Though I feel cautious optimism that people will do the right thing and vote for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, we’ve all been betrayed before by the greed, hatred and sheer stupidity of far too many of our fellow Americans to allow us to relax and rest easy that “the wrong shall fail, the right prevail, with peace on earth, good will to all.” And so we wonder whether we’ll awaken to glorious sunshine or the sky weeping tears for our self-imposed downfall. 

 

Meanwhile, it’s a good day to clean the house, return to the piano after my three weeks of travel and do what I can to prepare myself for whatever the outcome will be of this momentous day. 

And you?