If you’re not aware of the implications of the word “blitz”—from the German Blitzkrieg (“lightning war”)—pause. It recalls WWII strategies of overwhelming force used to subdue populations. Its casual use for an act of government against a U.S. city today should alarm us.

What do I do? I converse with my neighbor, marvel at the night sky, and find joy in my daughter’s handstand. My job is just one part of a much larger story. We are more than our jobs—even when they bring us joy and meaning. True freedom comes when we remember we’re made to flourish in every moment.

The intersection of some things in my life...

From a poetry collection by Mary Oliver, where after a hundred poems showcasing gentle observations on nature and animals, she hits you with this

Some thoughts on the beginning of Lent. Maybe let's choose a different kind of fast. The world is already on fire.

You are loved.
You are enough.

#PassItOn

My agnostic grandfather taught me many things—like surviving unwanted moments (for him, religious gatherings) by writing limericks & haikus. I call this #SubverSire— or channeling the particular resistance of our elders.

Kakistocracy—
fools and thieves parade as kings,
we plant, we outlast.