Already, a new month. I wake up with strange dreams and things I want to say. I go through self doubt and remember or recreate horrible times. And when I get to the page, there is nothing. It all seems pointless. Who am I speaking to anyway? No one cares, not really. It’s too easy…… Continue reading the cacophony of trauma
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Protesting, Week 19 – or Ocean Depths
Fighting for, not against Sometimes, the best protesting you can do is in favor of your own life. Why is it so hard to say what one wants, or decide what to do with the life that you have been gifted? Last weekend, I paddled in the ocean. No seals, but red jellyfish, and sailboats,…… Continue reading Protesting, Week 19 – or Ocean Depths
Protesting, Week 18 – or Piano for Elephants
“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
Solstice – or Almost
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
It
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
Protesting Week 9 – and Mother’s Day
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
Watch Us
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
Well, well, well
Well. A deep subject. Don’t worry. It’s an inside joke. I must be feeling better, because I feel compelled to write something about the experience. I doubt it will have any linear clarity, but linear movement, like constant growth, is a post-capitalist economist trick of the light to make everyone feel that if they aren’t…… Continue reading Well, well, well
Where the light is
I think today’s subject is that line about Where the cracks are is where the light comes in. Or something like that. Was it Leonard Cohen? Why yes it is. From a song called “Anthem.” Ring the bells that still can ringForget your perfect offeringThere is a crack a crack in everythingThat’s how the light…… Continue reading Where the light is
Healing Reality
Healing Reality Nowhere in Two Places. Well, it’s out in paperback. I am working on new material. I do hear a voice in my head saying work harder. But then again I see bands cashing in on the 50th anniversary of this or that, releasing a box set of singles, with photographs, blah etc. blah.…… Continue reading Healing Reality
