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Midnight was noisy, firecrackers, yelling, kissing, children hollering. The dog hovered in a corner afraid of the world. We toasted one another around a bon fire, kissed the kids goodbye (they went on an overnight) and went to bed. Snuggled and celebrated the coming year in our favorite fashion.

The morning rises quiet and dark. This is the Pacific northwest and the it looks like we might even have blue sky for new years day. The clouds are broken and moving across the rising sun rapidly. There is not even any bird call this time of year and no rain fall this morning, no wind, no cars, silence but for my fingers on the key board and the small sounds of the dog.

I dream we could wipe the slate clean and the world nightmares of the last week were just that, nightmares. But no, there are the stories on the front of the news paper, the numbers of dead ever rising. The horror of children lost, of villages literally swept away. I am abashed. I wonder what God might have been thinking. I wonder if there could be a God. Of course I know there is. I experience God in my bones and God in my lover and God in my friends and community. I’ll go to Portland today so I can experience God directly in the bodies of my community of dancers.

I pray for peace this morning. I send the intention of love to the other side of the globe and feel powerless to do much else. I imagine stroking the souls of the pained and wounded. I weep inside for a moment and then my attention returns to my life and I walk forward doing my work, dancing my dance, caring for my children. There is nothing else to do. Dance through the moments when you don’t know what to do next. Just stay in the stuck place until the next inspiration happens.

Blessed Be
Happy New Year