Just sent the last of my 35 fallers out on fires across the the western states. Yea…what a relief.
As the reports of personal losses are coming in…from Washington…from Wyoming… and considering my own personal brush with highway mortality, I realize now (and I guess I realized it then) that the Mt. Angel visit on Sunday holds more importance than just a side road ramble. While at the abbey my heart was hurting so badly, and then I felt a calm. Sunday was a troubled day for many in terms of the lose of loved ones. As a general rule I’m not a supporter of organized religion. I grew up Babtist in a Mormon community where 95 percent of my highschool peers were Mormon…with a Native American mother (yep, she’s Cherokee). But there is quite a lot of emotional upheaval going on right now. We don’t need to agree on religious doctrine to take care of one another. And we don’t need to learn all the right words for our prayers to be meaningful. (I touched the holy water in St. Mary’s parish…and even though I’m not Catholic…I didn’t melt!).
I had the same thoughts about “Normal” as Heli Groupie, while my first inclination was to do the “tiger swipe” my intuition held me back. Could have been Robbie’s reference to me as a “Sarg” hanging with me…but I tend to agree that “Normal” (whether a man or a woman) came to Family Said for a reason. Let’s just extend an invitation…and leave it at that. There’s too much hurting going on as it is. And things aren’t always as they appear on the surface.