ok, might have gotten a little “that customer” tonight.
Met a couple who had been forced out of Syria. They had lost everything, he wasn’t able to work in his field, but even though they wished their country could be righted they were grateful to be here. I said that watching the news it was overwhelming and I didn’t know what we could do. I managed to get out “we’re glad you’re here” but then I could barely speak.
The woman, in traditional attire, was apologizing to me for her lack of English.
None of us three were huggers I judged but we left each other with many thanks.
Certainly changed my afternoon.
And my perspective.
but where to begin?
This year there is a lot of news chatter that is hurricane-related, understandable of course, but the September 11 reports have an oddly historical feel about them. We continue to remember and take the time to memorialize and to remember.
I grabbed the last Sunday Times
You stole my cab
We waited forever at the bus stop
We sweated in steamy August
We hunched our shoulders against the sleet
We laughed at the movies
We groaned after the election
We sang in church
Tonight I lit a candle for you
All of you
Seventeen years and the memories are still sharp. This year again hurricanes nestling with daily news and remembrances. The current political state brings that time to mind in blaring contrast but while it was a wonderful comfort then now those feelings and support lend hope and sustenance.
I signed up for another weeklong painting class (not just watercolor – do your own medium, but plain air with some bonus stuff from The Clark) through IS183.org. October 1 is too early for real snow, right?
The painter of the future will be a colorist in a way no one has been before. — Vincent van Gogh
When the eagles are silent the parrots begin to jabber.
