fifth tuesday of easter

it was going to be an uneventful walk.

i sort of hoped.

i had an appointment and only an hour to walk in.

the young woman in coveralls wanted to talk.

at first i thought she wanted to talk with me but then i wasn't sure so i went ahead and crossed the street which means she had to cross twice to talk with me.

i wish i had learned her name.

sometimes it is easier to look into the face of opposition than the face of support and compassion. it is easier sometimes to fight and have to explain why it wasn't ok than to have someone know without being told and to have them agree maybe more heartily.

there is a lot about that conversation i am not going to tell you.

but i will say that when i told here i had loved that church, she said "it sounds very much like you still do."

i do.

and we expect better sometimes from those we love.

and we are angry sometimes at those we love.

i am taking care of my feet. i expect to be walking that corner for a very long time yet to come.

that sign and my walk; it is the new normal. it is the new image of that church. i do not expect they will do the right thing. i hope it it, but i do not expect it.