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
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
