It kinda sucks: just found out my friend, Susie’s mom died, along with my beloved Kay, and then Phyllis’ mom was last week. Strong women who molded and shaped a generation of strong women and as “right” and “in the flow” as I know it to be … I’m not crazy about moving up to be the matriarchal generation, if you know what I mean. 
Then, too, it’s not just the women. My former minister, Bill Rambo (isn’t it a great name for a minister?) died in January and I just learned of his passing. Would love to find a way to let his wife, Sue, know that I’m thinking of them. They stood by me at a time in my life when few others did and I am committed to reconciliation and justice largely through them and their faith in me.
I’ve been around death for most of my life and I’m very comfortable with it. But it just seems to be in abundance right now — which, juxtaposed with springtime, is quite a contrast.Maybe that’s what life is about — the contrasts. Rests to tones; white space to print; dogs to cats … I don’t know. Maybe not.
But I did have someone tell me once that a sign of mental health was one’s ability to hold ambiguity and contrast in tension at the same time.
So it’s a beautiful Saturday. My sermon is finished. The sun is shining in through our lovely windows. The dogs and cat are all resting. My sweetie is reading the paper and I’m about to take a nap!
Blessed be.
Transformational Whispers 
I so enjoy your musings; I often rediscover that transformation requires letting go, although I most often do that in degrees (unintentionally). Losing so many loved ones really does bring up the value of living each day well, and keeping friends and family as priority over so many other things that can fill the vacuum of time.
It’s HARD to let go sometimes, isn’t it? I HATED letting go this week even though I knew it was the only thing to do. No choice, for sure. That’s why I’m really LOVING the thought of “transformational whispers” — the title of this blog. Know what I mean? It’s the little whispers … the nuances … the little eddys in the river … the almost minuscule fluctuations of the current that end up having the biggest effects.