Monochrome

Out early and quiet, the chill morning too warm for snow to crunch. Still falling if a bit lethargically. Slow and steady through the night, more slow than steady. Yet here we are, with sufficient snow to transform our world. It doesn’t take much. That’s what I love - the familiar becomes unfamiliar: we get to discover (or rediscover) the familiar!

That said, it's one thing in the natural landscape, quite another in our civic landscape. There is so much unfamiliar in our country, so much that we have taken for granted, assumed was unchangeable. There’s nothing inherently wrong with change when it’s thoughtful, compassionate, and reflects some consensus. But that’s not what’s happening now. Far from it. Are we witnessing the end of a 250-year experiment? That would have been a more extreme question six or eight months ago.

We know the snow will melt and spring will come, soon or late. That will take care of itself, it pretty much always has( and let’s hope that will continue). Not so what we face in our civic life. It’s a heavier lift for us, immigrants all. We don’t have the luxury of sitting on the sidelines. May we mobilize our passion, husband our resources, and keep at this sacred task