Our nation, the so-called United States, but seemingly endlessly divided, is on a journey. Some moments have seemed brighter than others. Some seasons have appeared to revert backwards rather than move forward. But looking across the decades and the few scant centuries of our life as a nation, it’s a movement that presses onward to an ever-broadening vision of a people united in liberty and justice for all.
There’s nothing like autumn in New England, every tree a masterpiece with brilliant yellows, oranges, and reds, mixed with tenacious greens. We’re still early in the season, though, so you can still glimpse a wondrous single red leaf on an otherwise entirely green tree. What made it go first? Does it know all the others will follow? Perhaps it’s easy for a leaf to be so fearless, but it’s a great example anyway.
So simple, yet so helpful, how would we get around with highway signage? Yet they’re mysterious, too. How do they stay clean and bright? How much science went into the selection of just the right color, size, and font to make them so readable without being distracting? Who decides which towns to highlight for north/south or east/west when you’re entering a large highway? There’s a lot of thought behind those “simple,” old-fashioned signs, and I appreciate it.
Every interaction with another person is rich in possibilities. From close friends to complete strangers, each person offers unique stories and perspectives that grace our lives with joy if we take the time to ask and listen.
Ice cream is an astonishing invention. A simple, ancient, yet unlikely pleasure, ice cream has delivered cold in the summer since long before air conditioning and refrigeration. A delight for little children and adults of all ages, this simple wonder unites us.
Today, still shaken by tragedy in the news this week, I’m making a choice for joy by restarting this blog – enjoying ice cream to celebrate summer solstice and reclaiming my voice for joy.
What an amazing thing choice is.
Moment after moment I stand at a crossroads and choose a path. Some of the choices seem trivial, some seem momentous, but every single one has the potential of endless impact.
The moral choices have the most obvious impact. But even the most trivial physical choices, such as taking this street instead of the next, can cause or miss catastrophe. Yet standing still and doing nothing are choices too.
It can be confusing and terrifying and wonderful and freeing. It’s life.
Today I had already experienced two new joys when I saw the bumper sticker “Wag More Bark Less.” I was so enthralled, the other things will have to wait. Granted it’s a tagline for Cloud Star (all natural pet products), but it seemed such good and joyful advice I had to pass it on.
Let’s show enthusiasm for all of the joyful goodness God has built into the world! Can’t we show joy as well as a dog? And what if we refrained from barking criticism and anger?
Wag More Bark Less. I’m going for it.