The world is not divided into winners and losers Protest - Week 8 Two months of protest. I walked over to the weekly protest on Saturday. I left my apartment early, thinking about getting some air, finding that the weather was hot and nearly sultry, especially after the cooler temperatures that have made layers necessary … Continue reading Protesting – Week 8
In the darkness you move by feel New Moon Today is a new moon. Recently - as in the past couple of years - all the new and full moons have felt the same. No, that’s wrong. They have all been intense. Maybe the full moons felt unstoppable, as though you were being pushed towards … Continue reading New Moon
Familiars I just heard a terrible squawking. I looked down at the lawn, still half-green, with the occasional dandelion. Then I looked up at the very old, very tall tree outside my window, and saw a squirrel clambering up the trunk. Suddenly, three crows appeared, swooping in. They were chasing a hawk off one of … Continue reading Friends and Allies
roll away the stone I want the writing today to be about being believed. The protests, these handwritten pleas for sanity, are continuing. While it’s important to keep a record of what is going on, there are other issues to be considered, and to me at least - there - the first linguistic hint of … Continue reading Protesting, Week 6 – On Being Believed
Adrift on stormy seas Where is home? It is nowhere and everywhere. It is in the bombed buildings of Sumy in Ukraine. You think - what a beautiful street. Now filled with people fighting to save lives. Broken trees. Blasted walls. A hand sticks out from under a coverlet, to protect the modesty of the … Continue reading Protesting, Week Five
Fighting back against abuse I just saw a video posted of someone giving a talk to young people. They asked if anyone who knew of someone, including themselves, who had been the victim of sexual abuse could stand. Most of the auditorium stood. Then they asked if those who knew the crime had been reported … Continue reading Protesting, Week Four
Standing in the snow adds a certain certainty Protesting. This week’s recap. It was snowing today. Almost icy rain, but the sky smiled upon us and rain that had blown through in the early morning was now snow. Easier to hold a paper sign in the snow, although I was splashed by a truck going … Continue reading Protesting, Week Three
Another protest. A sunny day. More people, in a different spot, lining the road, as has been done successfully in Vermont to protest Vance, and in Maine, and in other places. In a car-driven society, strength is measured in feet and miles. Everything here must be visible on your way to somewhere else and big … Continue reading Watch Us
A small protest on a sunny day in a small town Where to begin. What to say. Quick - grab their attention. Hi! Over here! The small, or not so small suburban town I live in provides a neat microcosm of the country, in the same way that the job I currently have is an … Continue reading Where to Begin
order what you want The tree fell. The shaking of the ground happened while you were asleep. Never going back. Have you ever been the canary in the coal mine? Getting sicker, while everyone tells jokes or makes plans? Have you ever been the canary in the coal mine? Sickened by what others smooth on … Continue reading Bleeding at the First Table
