Lullaby

There are episodes in our lives that change us. Some are obviously catastrophic. Others ripple by, veritably unnoticed except for that wrinkle in time which, matrix-like, alters the fabric of our core. If everything happens for a reason, for whatever reason, we are constantly being altered.

Last week I went to a nearby lake to meet with friends and be out in our ever-elusive summer sunshine. We never made it in the water that day. The beach was closed when we arrived, and I found my friend with her granddaughter, clearly shaken. Just a few minutes before, she was asked to identify something in the water. It was a woman. With a blonde pony-tail. She was wearing a watch. And she had very deliberately sunk her self to the bottom of the lake.

We watched the divers on the dock for awhile, go down then come back up. Down again. Making sure they didn't miss a thing. Yet somehow, we had already failed her. It's true, we cannot save everyone. But we don't know what kind of ripple we may be, unless we try.

Peace,
Liz

The Form

Thank you to all of you who have so graciously offered support and well-wishes for this new venture. Cheering sections are always welcome!

I am in the process of submitting Form 1023 in order to be granted status as a 501(c)3 corporation. Filing fees alone are $750, but if we want to solicit the Big Guns, it is a vital addition to our title. Who knew tax exemption would be so expensive?

Liz