Hello Friends, Fellow Rascals, and Gentle Readers.
Remember a couple of weeks ago when Wednesday’s Words came on Thursday because it had just been “that kind of week”? Well, here we are again … a repeat performance, sort of. This time, though, it’s the result of a ‘cold or something” (not covid according to test results) that pretty much wiped me out for a couple of days. I’m a world better today and looking forward to a quiet weekend (except for my friends Sue & Camilla’s Welcome to the 80’s Happy Birthday Party on Saturday) and time to get ready for next week’s Group Soup Book Launch for All In The Soup Together … Four Seasons of Recipes & Reflections. If you didn’t see the invitation last week, check it out here, do join us if you can to share soup, conversation, and a few snippets from the book, and don’t hesitate to forward this invitation to others you think might be interested. There’s always room at the table!
In keeping with my website’s organizing principle (aha! you thought there wasn’t one, didn’t you?) of balance being best achieved when sharing both philosophical reflections and comic relief, here are two for your consideration as we move into December.
On this day in 1955, Rosa Parks broke the law by refusing to give up her seat to a white man on a city bus in Montgomery, Alabama, resulting in her arrest. At the time, she said that she was just too tired to stand that day, but she later admitted that she’d challenged the law on purpose, because she thought it was wrong. She recalled, “When that white driver stepped back toward us, when he waved his hand and ordered us up and out of our seats, I felt a determination cover my body like a quilt on a winter night.” She refused to give up her seat. “When he saw me still sitting, he asked if I was going to stand up, and I said, ‘No, I’m not.’ And he said, ‘Well, if you don’t stand up, I’m going to have to call the police and have you arrested.’ I said, ‘You may do that.’”
While there wasn’t much chance of being arrested at Starbucks on Sunday, it felt good to stand with three of my Portland Raging Granny friends, Natalie, Sandra, and Nancy to support the baristas in their attempts to unionize.
And last, but not least, in keeping with my commitment to practicing Gratitude for every day that I wake up, here’s one of my long-time fellow aging rascals expressing it for me.
Let’s open our hearts to December and all that it brings, and let’s talk again soon.
Sulima
