I learned about Bridgett while on my walk this afternoon as I came upon two women posting signs on a telephone pole. Evidently Bridgett had been sighted this morning on Concord Road, just a mile from my house. How awesome, these two women, doing what they can! They aren’t looking for the reward; they’re looking for someone’s beloved pet.
If anyone in Sudbury or its neighboring towns sight a Siberian Husky, please call 978-853-4087. Bridgett has been wandering around for a year and a half and has been spotted in Sudbury, Lincoln, Wayland, Action and her home town of Littleton. The owner has offered a reward for the return of her beloved pet.
I learned about Bridgett while on my walk this afternoon as I came upon two women posting signs on a telephone pole. Evidently Bridgett had been sighted this morning on Concord Road, just a mile from my house. How awesome, these two women, doing what they can! They aren’t looking for the reward; they’re looking for someone’s beloved pet.
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Today would have been my mom’s 103rd birthday. Growing up we didn’t celebrate Mother’s Day because Mom’s often shared birthday with that Hallmark Day. Dad always said, “Every day is Mother’s day.” My memories of Mom are summed up in the last words she uttered, just nine days before she slipped away: very grateful. I’ve written about this previously, and I probably do so again next year and for as long as I write this blog. Everyone who ever met Mom her can resonate for they know that she lived a life gratitude, which she passed on to all who came in contact with her smile. I haven’t experienced much solitude since I returned from the cottage a month ago, at least not much long-term solitude. There’s the usual family and friends comings and goings, which I categorize as ‘the givens’, and then there was the Boston Bombing that generated a communal intensity that was neither silent, solitary nor simple. Today, as I thought things were calming down, the put-and-take at the dump opened, and with it was my husbands joyful activity of ‘putting and taking’. He loves fixing things up and using them for a while. What he doesn’t keep he gives to our kids for their use or to sell at their neighborhood yard sale. Thank goodness we have a old barn and garage where he works on and stores the stuff. But once in a while a little sitter sneaks it’s way into the house, cluttering my simplicity. It’s what spring is all about. And, not to worry, I can find enough solitude. In my last blog I wrote about the open-air memorial on Copley Square to the victims of the Boston bombing. When I was there, it felt that it had sprung up from the heart of every visitor and that that love continued to tend it day after day. I now have some more information about this phenomenon. I quote from the First Parish of Sudbury Unitarian Universalist 327 Concord Rd., Sudbury, MA 01776 newsletter. The words are those of Interim Minister Rev. Tracey Robinson-Harris. (For the full text of John Millspaugh’s reflection go to http://www.uuworld.org/life/articles/285333.shtml) “The Rev. John Millspaugh was on Boylston Street recently. He writes, In front of a shuttered storefront, three small white wooden crosses stood with elegant simplicity, each bearing the name and picture of one of the three victims who died on April 15. . .adorned with ribbons and paper hearts, mementos and religious figurines . . . Because the police’s physical investigation was drawing to a close and Boylston Street would soon reopen, DPW workers were relocating the objects from the impromptu shrine to a larger one in Copley Square. At first, we passersby simply watched the DPW men as they loaded . . . items into their white van. Gradually . . . we flowed past barricades to help them with their holy labor. . . Both spectators and DPW workers seemed hesitant to remove the three wooden crosses standing alone on the granite sidewalk. “The DPW official in charge, noticing the clergy garb John was wearing from a Standing on the Side of Love rally supporting immigration reform earlier that day, asked him to say a few words before the crosses were loaded and the shrine dissolved completely. John’s prayer ended with, “May we all be the rebuilders.” John continues. “One of the DPW workers spoke softly to the official, who then turned to me and asked if I would carry Martin Richard’s cross to the van . . . I can’t describe the feelings that surged in me as I lifted the memorial to this 8-year-old boy. Sorrow, humility, and reverence for the sacred privilege come close. The destruction of that day cannot be undone. But it can be answered. Already we are busying ourselves with healing. . . There is much to do on a symbolic level. I’m beginning to ask myself how to move beyond the symbolic. I’ll be searching for ways to answer the destructive acts of these two individuals with actions grounded in my own highest values. I’ll be looking for ways that we, together, might re-consecrate sacred ground. In the midst of our joy and our sorrow may we be (re)builders of the future. In faith, Tracey (For the full text of John’s reflection go to http://www.uuworld.org/life/articles/285333.shtml)” |
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