It is early, 5 o’clock hour. Quiet here in the woods.

Starting the day with the intention to write. I am working on my book about finding one’s essence while playing pickleball, it is sure to be a doosey! But the bananas were ripe on their holder, brown more than yellow skinned, and calling. I got out the flour and other ingredients. Baking now, 55 minutes.

This early part of the day is quiet, is inviting of being whole, of allowing the beginnings. And thoughts.

Thinking of those in Jamaica right now. The families who bear down for a hurricane that is imminent.

This planet is filled with families, loving and living lives. That is what we are. May you consider this? A great big human family.

Families argue and have a continued process to learn to get along. Learners, as each of us are. Each one on a journey, alive right now, for a finite amount of time, experiencing. And each of these individual soul’s lessons play into the whole of humanity.

So we therefore, whether recognizing the connection to one another, or not, are all earthlings on a planet orbiting a star.

Do we dare in this life approach the possibility of that mountaintop scene, the vision of a man named Dr Martin Luther King, Jr.? A Beloved Community where everyone is valued and love is the driving force, conscious and central to all.

We live on a planet orbiting a star. In a Universe that is perhaps immeasurable.

The forces that we call nature are at once both destructive and life giving. The banana bread bakes. The hurricane moves with great force.

Don’t call it climate change, or science if you must. Yet notice the balance that is at play.

Gasses from human-made machines are emitted into the atmosphere, in great quantities, tipping that balance. Oceans warm, sun’s energy is trapped within the layer of the atmosphere between earth and outer space, the shift brings new weather patterns.

Nature is bigger than we. Nature rights itself constantly adapting to conditions, in search of homeostasis. The human body with its incredible intelligence, does the same.

Twenty-one minutes and counting, banana bread soon. How to best assist those in Jamaica and other places, who are not having a gentle morning, but are struggling to hold on?

We are all in this together. What is broken can be fixed. Really?

One point at a time.

These are some ramblings as I find my brave to share in my journey with you. Travel and pickleball, and ways to build connection. That is what is at play.

Living with Intention and attention to be, as part of the whole and with reverence to life.

I hope you enjoy these musings. More again soon.