Do Something.

Do Something.

Today,  March 24, 2018, I wanted to go to the Columbus “March for Our Lives”  with the family, but being the first day of our spring break, my  politicking came in a distant second to being with the family. I also  realized I was just too sad for a protest.  Last week, I lost a  favorite, former student to the ever-looming opioid crisis, we had our  own “walk out” at our school, and the stressors of this political year  forced me into a day off last Thursday as I realized the pall around me  was chokingly close.  Then Ed had an incident at his school that was  getting even closer to home and with both of us being teachers, I am  just not alright with any of this… Maybe all of that was more of a  reason to go…in my younger years, it would have been.  I chose, rather,  some quiet introspection to build up my reserves and make my own plan of  action.

To do so, I first thought about an old friend of mine  who was an attorney for the Ohio AG.  We sat on my porch a few years ago  and he joked that I got to be preemptive in my work as a teacher—get to  the kids when there is still hope; he, instead, got to them for the  clean up when parents, families, schools, doctors, and other aspects of  the “system” just didn’t work.  His work wasn’t so hopeful.   I sat on  this thought today.  School has to be a place of hope.   Then my  thoughts turned toward home and our larger community…

So I worked  on contacting establishments for volunteer opportunities.  I am writing  this.  I called my mom.  I watched some of the event that took place in  DC today.  (I swear I held my breath for the 6 minutes and 20 seconds of  Emma Gonzales’ silent speech.) I realized my own, small, attempt is to  design ways to keep the world full of hope, to talk about positivity…to  remind others to keep loving.  I stumbled upon Alain de Botton’s concept  of an “atheist cathedral” and now can see more clearly how that idea is  not exactly an oxymoron.  I researched locations for the Humanist Salon  I’m launching.  I said the words out loud:  I want a community center.   Ed listened and we dreamed about its concept…

I am (finally)  posting about this website on Facebook this weekend—something I have  been waiting to do since August.  I hope I can find other like-minded  people who just want to do good in the world.  Who might want to come by  for coffee and conversation.  “Let us go and make our visit”…