"There once was a note, pure and easy..." What to say about protesting today? Endless. Elephants who have been abused and overworked go to sanctuaries, if they are lucky. Sorry creatures, who have had their tusks ripped out, their bones bruised, skin scabbed and sore. They are exhausted and fearful. There, people are kind to … Continue reading Protesting, Week 18 – or Piano for Elephants
What do we believe Background, history built by fragments. Belief systems. “For the master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house. They may allow us temporarily to beat him at his own game, but they will never enable us to bring about genuine change. And this fact is only threatening to those women who still … Continue reading Protesting, Week 17 or Time Travel
Pull a knife through the masterpiece, or army dreamers All the turmoil… is there a word for the self-inflicted insanity and danger some egomaniacs have put us all in? They won’t pay a price for it. They’ll go on TV and lie about it, and say half-truths, and claim victories, either pyrrhic or false, and … Continue reading Protesting, Week 15 – or the Start of Bush Lite’s War
Turning point The turning point of the year. Someone said to me - I don’t want to think about the days growing shorter. I was very similar in my youth. In fullness and beauty, I could only think of decay. Now – that tendency I can recognize as a bad mental habit, but it still … Continue reading Solstice – or Almost
Be quiet. A preamble to protesting. I wanted to write something that expressed my mood, before I took myself off to the local No Kings protest. But I only glanced at some blogs, avoided main news. Perhaps I should have looked harder. But at the time, there seemed no reason for immediate alarm, and I … Continue reading Protesting, Week 14 – or Silence in a Gun Culture
I don't think canned goods will help... I can’t focus. And yet the news keeps coming. Last weekend, I felt exhausted and threatened. This is a good frame of mind to wash dishes, or look out at the sea. I’m impatient, frustrated, angry – then “Let It Be” comes on the radio, and I’m transported … Continue reading Protesting, Week 13 – or How to Prepare for the Police State
Exhaustion, anger, depression - and getting up again It. Must stop saying it. Standing in for all the things I think and want to say. My brain whirling too fast to describe what it is. Perhaps it - or my sense of time moving too fast, or the endless sorting and pattern matching of observation … Continue reading It
Our nervous systems are under attack as well Why is it so hard to actually stand up for yourself? The protest went well. There are more cars honking and waving in support, which is encouraging. There are still many, many cars who do nothing, or look on bemusedly. Can you imagine if they don’t know … Continue reading Protesting, Week 12 – Bullies Thrive On Fear
Breathing life into things. The Garden of Eden, Working Backwards Working backwards. A trip out from a senior center to the farmstand. It’s a beautiful day, cloudy, the trees nearly at their fullness, the spring green beginning to change to summer green, darker, more muscular, powerful. The fields are plowed and planted. The older people … Continue reading The Garden of Eden, Working Backwards
Protesting, Week 11 – or the Delusions of Thinking You Know Where You Are Another week. The Saturday protest always seems to close out the prior week, but I’m writing this today, on Monday, a holiday, Memorial Day. Am I wrong, or does it seem that there are more exhortations to remember wars and soldiers, … Continue reading Protesting, Week 11 – or the Delusions of Thinking You Know Where You Are
