How far in the future do we need to be to look back I wasn’t going to write about protesting anymore but… Then someone told me that my diary of sorts, my record of protesting in late winter and spring meant something to them. I don’t know whether to believe it or not. But it … Continue reading I Can
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
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
