I now have a contract job that will provide some much needed income for our family and I have been able to immerse myself also in the Uhuru pie campaign and feel that I am making an impact.
This morning the date wasn't on my mind either but I did notice the beautiful full bloom of a yellow rose from our neighbor Dan and Chris' garden. The rose is the variety that has the thin pink line outlining the bright sunny petals. It was so beautiful and smelled so good. The beauty of those roses now reminds me of the day in May when we said goodbye to Ned at the Stanislaus River, sprinkling rose petals from the same rose bushes (plus roses that Terry brought) into the river with Ned's ashes. It was an important. excruciatingly sad, but beautiful ritual. We are all made of these earthly elements and in these stop-and-smell-the-roses moments of pause, I'm reminded of the terrible beauty, sad joys and joyful sadness that sometimes is life. I think Ned, you would understand what I mean by that.
