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
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
Protesting, Week 17 or Time Travel
What do we believe Background, history built by fragments. Belief systems. “For the master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house. They may allow us temporarily to beat him at his own game, but they will never enable us to bring about genuine change. And this fact is only threatening to those women who still…… Continue reading Protesting, Week 17 or Time Travel
Protesting, Week 15 – or the Start of Bush Lite’s War
Pull a knife through the masterpiece, or army dreamers All the turmoil… is there a word for the self-inflicted insanity and danger some egomaniacs have put us all in? They won’t pay a price for it. They’ll go on TV and lie about it, and say half-truths, and claim victories, either pyrrhic or false, and…… Continue reading Protesting, Week 15 – or the Start of Bush Lite’s War
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
Protesting, Week 14 – or Silence in a Gun Culture
Be quiet. A preamble to protesting. I wanted to write something that expressed my mood, before I took myself off to the local No Kings protest. But I only glanced at some blogs, avoided main news. Perhaps I should have looked harder. But at the time, there seemed no reason for immediate alarm, and I…… Continue reading Protesting, Week 14 – or Silence in a Gun Culture
Protesting, Week 13 – or How to Prepare for the Police State
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
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 12 – Bullies Thrive On Fear
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
