Tom goes to court today. We have no idea what to expect -- any of us. We are hopeful, but also worried. For T and I, this brings up a mixture of things -- wanting him home, but wanting to be safe, too.
We have neither of us slept in days. Worrying and fussing.
Today, we are seeing signs in everything that happens: in the playing of a long ago cello solo by Pablo Cassals that he said spoke of his dreams of freedom and peace, of a gospel story at church with the children this morning about Saul of Tarsus, knocked to the road by a force unseen -- and set upon a new path; in the relatively easy work tasks set for T this morning...
If the universe is largely a mystery -- X, then the mystery surrounds and holds us today. We are adrift in the arms of that mystery, hoping that the small boat of our love may carry us safely to some as yet unseen shore. Court should happen at 12:45 here in the Eastern time zone. If you are inclined to offer some bit of energy at that time, it would work to hold us up and we would be most grateful.