As I wonder, wait, and want answers, I have no satisfying answer because God’s thoughts are not my thoughts, neither are my ways his ways, (Isa.55:8)
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| May 24, 2020 |
These are days when the infuriating script runs through my head: more change,might be able, temporary, mandatory, loosen restrictions, distancing, stay safe, wear a mask, don’t wear a mask, stand here, stand there, impose, transition, shut downs, shifts, could, should, when, enough is enough, draconian, uncertainty, no end date,modified, ad nauseum.
The current mourning losses of anticipations, expectations and absence of a timeline and changes of mind and other assurances as eleven Sundays have now gone by. The days drag on in a surreal way, mixed with the wonder what God is up to next.
When you’ve taken multiple trips through the emotional wringer, its time to linger in someone else's neighborhood.
Just doing the every street challenge. Trying to walk all the streets in my neighborhood,however,
this morning I meandered into the next one.
I have wandered into an unprecedented spring and find my daily walk critical to my sanity and sanctification.
Overwhelmed by my thoughts, I strolled into the next neighbor hood and feasted my eyes on its many pleasant surprises. The trees and shrubs with dramatic colorful leaves.
The selections of dramatic succulents.
The flowering vines covering fences and stucco walls.
The use of exterior spaces create an outdoor like living room. I notice that there are more tiered water fountains than before.
The soothing sounds was cause for pause.
The Jacaranda trees are still bursting with riotous violet leaving their endless litter behind.
The blooms have been profuse this year.
It is wonderful to be alive merely for the joy this tree brings.
So what make these blooms so bewitching? Perhaps it is its color or its seductive impermanence or is it that from a far they are a fairy tale making a huge visual impact to the landscape.
My to do list today, walk in joy.
The neighborhood is beginning to emerge from its confinement.
Less cars line the streets. More people are out and about.
Just when you think change is in the air and it is, a visual badge of Mexican-ness reveals the curious ways which have shaped my neighborhood and me. 
Perhaps we have during this time returned to the image of a laid back California, one promoted by the Beach Boys, where Spanish is heard everywhere, the emergence of Mexico in California where it is always mañana.
It’s hard to imagine my neighborhood without a Mexico.
It's hard to imagine a neighborhood with nothing to show.
It's hard to imagine a creation without God.
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