Today, the day after, I intend to do ordinary things with extraordinary love.
A staff meeting with collaborators whose work and spirit I cherish.
A circle for parents, raising kids who need to know our steady and relentless loving.
A visit with a UNH student, anticipating her future and working on a class project.
A community gathering this evening, for all who worry, for all who sense the gathering clouds of fascism and bigotry, for all who can't believe what's happened in our country.
My teacher is one who took just a couple of ordinary loaves and one or two fish--and believed in abundance and justice. My teacher is one who sat down in the street to visit with a desperate and betrayed stranger--and offered love and compassion, and a listening ear.
My teacher is one who submitted himself to an ordinary death on a run-of-the-mill cross--rather than strike out in hatred or rage at his adversaries.
I will follow.
Ordinary things, today. Just ordinary things. With extraordinary love.
DGJ + 11/6/24
P.S. "I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo.
"So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us."