“Now is a time to find Jesus, hope, cultivate faith, groan for redemption, wait, and carry light and color into dark. Because there will be a time when you will no longer be standing at the window, searching, feet on the heater grate, heart groaning out of the weight of winter. You will be outside, with your face to the sky, arms raised to the Son. Your mouth will be filled with laughter, and your heartbeat will rise like a drumbeat to match your king’s. You will sing in rhythm with his heartbeat: The Lord has done great things for us, and we are glad. And you will dance in the light and life of spring.” Christine Hoover 🌱🌱🌱

I woke up wondering if we will even have a spring. Big cancellations, bigger disappointments, general weirdness all around. No one is where they thought they’d be. 🌱Yesterday we read in…

Due to the growing pandemic, most public gatherings in our area are cancelled. The public is making a run on local markets in preparation to stay at home. Toilet paper was the first thing to go! It all feels kind of primitive. Here’s my personal report:

Great sick-storm building. Tribe Healer say much cave and hut dweller maybe-sick. Big Spirit angry? (Probably Zug and his stupid boasting.) So we stay away from other maybe-sick tribe people. We stay in cave where nice and cozy. We make shadow pictures on wall, laugh much, pop roasted grubs on fire–my favorite!

But Neema complain she have no meadow grass for to wipe bottom-place-that-follow-her-wherever-she-go. She very clean. Much trouble. But look and smell better than me.

So I put on mammoth fur and go to Great Meadow where is much food and herb. It crazy there! I never see so many tribe…