Each day it seems that the "thumb of grief" presses harder and harder. And I am reminded of when my children were small and would see another child seemingly alone on a playground. The child was rude and obnoxious and my children said, "Where is his mom?" Their sense of right and wrong was growing in them but they were still young and thought that parents would make everything right again. As I read daily the ever growing list of executive orders, I keep wondering, "Where is the adult?"
I awoke and stayed in bed unable to face this day...again..and since I write poetry also, thinking of how I could word what I have been feeling...this is it....I will still write mine...all of us should write it and shout it and feel it and help each other get through this. Thank you for this.
Getting out of bed isn’t always easy these days. I am focusing on mindful meditations and forcing myself to get outside in nature. Even a short walk does me a world of good. Soon I hope to start journaling.
I’m Canadian, and I think we have as much fear as Americans do. I just could not believe that over 77 MILLION Americans voted for this man—I pictured small huddles of non-tRump fans here and there (including all of my US friends, I’m sure), but it seems 263 million Americans DID NOT vote for him. I know a lot of those are under the voting age, but still the tRumpers are outnumbered! Stay strong! This is a cusp time, it seems, and all we can do is support each other and continue to contribute to the overall good of creation in whatever way we can (and poetry is one of the best ways). Side with Bishop Budde!
The shock waves emanating from the new leadership in Washington DC (and echoed from chambers embedded throughout the country) are deliberately designed to elicit the reactions we are all experiencing. Another way to respond is with defiant resistance. We can starve these flames by redirecting our oxygen toward all that is good in this world. Yes, grief and anger are legitimate responses to the coarse and abusive behavior and words; but let us turn that energy to a power for good.
Each day it seems that the "thumb of grief" presses harder and harder. And I am reminded of when my children were small and would see another child seemingly alone on a playground. The child was rude and obnoxious and my children said, "Where is his mom?" Their sense of right and wrong was growing in them but they were still young and thought that parents would make everything right again. As I read daily the ever growing list of executive orders, I keep wondering, "Where is the adult?"
I can’t even bring myself to reading the news. If my chance my eyes catch a headline, my heart begins to race and literally get nauseous.
I awoke and stayed in bed unable to face this day...again..and since I write poetry also, thinking of how I could word what I have been feeling...this is it....I will still write mine...all of us should write it and shout it and feel it and help each other get through this. Thank you for this.
And thank you for your honest invitation to write into and through the pain.
Getting out of bed isn’t always easy these days. I am focusing on mindful meditations and forcing myself to get outside in nature. Even a short walk does me a world of good. Soon I hope to start journaling.
I’m Canadian, and I think we have as much fear as Americans do. I just could not believe that over 77 MILLION Americans voted for this man—I pictured small huddles of non-tRump fans here and there (including all of my US friends, I’m sure), but it seems 263 million Americans DID NOT vote for him. I know a lot of those are under the voting age, but still the tRumpers are outnumbered! Stay strong! This is a cusp time, it seems, and all we can do is support each other and continue to contribute to the overall good of creation in whatever way we can (and poetry is one of the best ways). Side with Bishop Budde!
Oh....James. Yes, it's exactly like this. Thank you. Thank you.
I love the image of hope as a cracked up. This was a brave share during a hard week. Grateful for your words and sending you love and light.
Thank you, Mary!
Just frozen, scrolling. Stomach ache. The sense of walking through something dark and viscous
Walls, dams, barriers,
mazes leading to dead ends.
Overcome, shall we?
The shock waves emanating from the new leadership in Washington DC (and echoed from chambers embedded throughout the country) are deliberately designed to elicit the reactions we are all experiencing. Another way to respond is with defiant resistance. We can starve these flames by redirecting our oxygen toward all that is good in this world. Yes, grief and anger are legitimate responses to the coarse and abusive behavior and words; but let us turn that energy to a power for good.