Day 40: 2022 - "Poplar Sunday"
Day 40: 2023 - "The Holy Hole"
Two years ago, I renamed today "Poplar Sunday. As I explain in my 2022 post, I was looking for something more fitting my time and place on this planet.
This morning I was out in the hot tub trying to figure out what my last Sunday post of Advent would be. When I got out, I saw the sunrise peaking through the poplar trees on the other side of the highway. I went inside to get my camera and record the moment for my blog.
There are still no leaves on the trees, but the morning sun breaking through adds life to the otherwise lifeless looking trees. I guess that is all I can hope for at this time of year.
I have five more days after today to share inspiring voices that have helped me along my journey. I have saved the best for the last. These are the pivotal people and their communities that have been the core inspiration and guidance for me for the last few years. The bulk of my gratitude lies with these five people... but not just people... some are so much more than just their individual contributions. Three of the five offered communities where I could find an oasis from a confusing world and it's demands on my certainty. I am more indebted to the communities than to the individuals, but thankful for the individuals for leading me to the communities.
On line communities are much like those poplar trees across from my house. Sometimes I hope for something closer to me with more life, so the hugs could be felt instead of just interpreted through emojis. They are there, but not in the fullness of what could be. I am so grateful for the on line connections, but honestly... they still leave an emptiness in me. Most are people far away that I will never see in my life time. They may think a lot like me, but they won't see my tears when my world collapses.
So I am left to find that space with those who wonder if I am okay. I am left to hug and share my tears with Christians. But I am thankful that most of the Christians in my life are still there to offer hugs and share tears with no requirement that I conform to their belief systems.
I am truly "blucky"... a new word for me... a combination of blessed and lucky. It brings together the religious "blessed" and the secular "lucky". I figure I need something in between those two worlds to define how I feel.
blessed: bringing pleasure, contentment, or good fortune
