June is my favorite month of the year for a myriad of reasons. Our weather is at it’s finest. We celebrate two very important days in June: our wedding anniversary and Dale’s birthday. And for the past few years we have vacationed in Maine, although that’s not likely to happen this year. The arrival of June has always made me happy. And, while it still does, my heart is also heavy.
Heavy with worry for Dale. Not because he’s not making progress (he is, and it’s wonderful), but because of the challenges he’s facing (okay, we’re facing) due to an accident.
Heavy with worry about how to go about reopening my library. Making decisions that will keep the staff safe and the patrons protected, balancing demands for service with risk.
And heavy with worry about our country. The pandemic and the toll it is taking on our people, the ones who are sick and dying, the ones who are working so hard to save them, the ones who are trying to lead despite the lack of information and supplies and materials, and the impact to our economy. And racism that is systemic and infuriating to witness over and over again. While so many things have been put on hold during the pandemic, racism certainly has not and as white allies we must recognize our privilege and we must be the ones who fight for our solution. I’m working on how to put my thoughts, anger, sadness, and frustration into action and I’ll admit that I don’t yet know what I’m going to do . . . but putting these thoughts out here is where I’m starting.
So. June. Along with your long lovely days, I’d like to ask you to also bring kindness and empathy. Minds that are willing to consider new ideas, ears that are listening, and mouths that are speaking up about injustice.
It’s way past time.