Dear Anonymous,
Today it was so wet everyone went inside to get a coffee. All seemed quiet enough. Not always the case. Today everyone seemed subdued. Most often for me it is a simple task of handing out coffee cards you have provided. Or socks. And the sought after Blueberry Coffeecake.
The river I walk into though each morning is an ever changing constantly contradictory turbulence of stories and rumors and defensive postures... and I can struggle to sort through truth from fiction, lines of defense, attacks, constant transferential tsunamis and more. So I choose the advice of someone who wrote something like: Get so busy loving someone you no longer have time for the disappointment, or any other form of judgement. Amen. Sunday morning service.