Grateful for community

 

grateful for Jason's PNW Climate Week community

grateful for our small group community 

(and generous friends who bring decadent chocolate cake!!) 

grateful for some folks in our neighborhood who meet up on Friday mornings on Zoom (so we can all still be in our pajamas with bedhead) for a 6 am call each week as we are reading Brian McLaren's book We Make the Road by Walking 

Birthday Month Run

 

Della and I are both March babies, so we had a fun birthday month run at Discovery Park on Saturday morning. 

The greening of Seattle!! 

stickers I gave to folks for party favors at our last run together that Elizabeth put on her water bottle :) 

Good Tunes

 

Sikose's sweet friends Catherine and Kwame invited us to go to Ladysmith Black Mambazo at the Neptune tonight (a theater in the UDistrict). They are an amazing South African a capelo group that has been around since 1960.  What a fabulous show! 

Double Nickel Birthday!

road trip to Leavenworth for Jason's birthday! 

all dressed up for Jason's birthday breakfast 

(So funny to me that the culture at the hotel is to show up for breakfast in robes so you can go straight to the pool/spa area after breakfast--- love that it took no time to get ready!) 

birthday lunch 

(we were not donning the robes anymore as we left right after our meal) 

Birthday Month

 

Flannery’s Birthday

by Angela Alaimo O’Donnell

“Well I thanks you for my birthday message.
I am thirty-five years old and still have all my teeth.”

—Flannery O’Connor, Letter to Betty Hester, April 2, 1960

Little did I know, I’d have just four more.
Birthdays never meant that much to me
until I stopped having them. Now they seem
a sweetness every humanoid should savor,
a day for cake and contrition for all
the things you done and didn’t get to 
and might not ever, given the call
we all get but really don’t expect to
out of this party we call life. The knife
I use to cut my cake is sharp. Like my
eye and my pen. My stories rife
with folks who need a light to see themselves by.
Maybe candlelight is best, a birthday song
reminding us all we won’t be here long. 

(83) Three Poems For Flannery O'Connor's 100th Birthday—Angela Alaimo O'Donnell

Home Team

 

Blast from the past-- walking to 9th grade orientation September 5, 2017 

(Ellie, Jane and Mary Margaret) 

On that first day of high school for the girls, I walked with Libby (Ellie’s mom), Maggie (Mary’s mom), and Brooke (Jane’s mom) as we dropped them off for their orientation. After the girls disappeared through the doors, the four of us found a bench outside the school, sat together in that mix of nerves and hope, and offered a short prayer for them. That simple moment became the beginning of our little home team, a circle that has gathered a few times a year ever since. 

 Here's our latest gathering this past Sunday (8 1/2 years since that first gathering) 

.... so grateful for this Home Team! 

Good connections

 

Grateful for a weekend with some good connections with folks! 

Sunday morning run group photo

baking with Micah - so grateful we still get to do this together after all these years. 

moonlight walk with Jodi Hall Sunday night