I was telling Kevin last night that if I lived in Hawaii, I would make it to far more community events. I can be such a wuss about cold. But I did get up and roll out of bed this morning, pulled on the silk long underwear and made a cup of hot tea to take with me, and made it to the equity in my kids’ school meeting at the library at 9:15 on a very cold Saturday, which I’m reasonably pleased with myself about. Glad I went. Learned some things, but perhaps more importantly, connected with community members, got to know more of my neighbors.
Maybe the real New Year’s resolution I should be making is to not let the cold stop me from fighting for justice.
“Power at its best is love implementing the demands of justice, and justice at its best is power correcting everything that stands against love.” — Dr. King