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
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
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
It's a beautiful day... A beautiful day, with only strong spring breezes delivering pollen from the trees. Their leaves have grown, so that there is shade where before harsh winter light ruled, and bright green leaves whose nearly full bloom are like young people, about to dive into adulthood. Leaves who have almost reached their … Continue reading Protesting – Week 10
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden... Protesting Week 9 and Mother’s Day Protesting this week involved standing out in the pouring rain. Some of the good humor of the crowd was diminished, out in the cold rain, some people balancing umbrellas and signs, others wearing waterproof gear. The crowd was fairly … Continue reading Protesting Week 9 – and Mother’s Day
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
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
