one grain helps make a pearl It hasn’t even been six months of going out to protest, and I am wondering what is the point of it all. The country slides further towards dictatorship, and people say they are tired of thinking about it. My guess is that the market research showed that it would … Continue reading Protesting, Week 20 – or Like Sands Through the Hourglass
"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
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
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
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
Liberty facing weakness. Since I was a child, I was either neglected or bullied. My superpower as a child was not asking questions, but watching everything unfold. There’s too much editing going on in my head. Where to give voice to the silenced child. Where to unleash the angry adult. When I watched the nightmare … Continue reading This Is Not a Game
