Libras seek balance
In a world where there is none
Struggle is futile
Zealously defend
What the universe demands
Jealously protects
Still we soldier on
Weighing effort against time
Feigning sacrifice.
Month: September 2016
Listen
A million voices multiplied
Who will Trump have crucified?
Vote third party, risk it all
Watch our country in free fall.
Soothe a conscience so betrayed
Bernie laid it out, dismayed
Until we all perceive the threat
And rally round our candidate.
We suffer from our hubris grand
And so will fall in hate’s last stand.
My Way
I just thought this was funny.
And I’m willing to bet, if you’re of a certain age, you probably sang this line in your best imitation of Frank Sinatra.
If you aren’t of a certain age, here’s the reference. Croon along:
http://youtu.be/J9Enr0FW6E8
Peace, people!
Finding My Son’s Mother: Not My Riddle to Solve
Beautiful! Read more at redswrap.wordpress.com
I thought I’d found my son’s mother.
She had the right name. She was about the right age. She was born in his country. And she looked like him. I enlarged the photos of her on Facebook, studied her face. She was stocky like him, almost barrel-chested. She had a full proud face that looked like his, the melding of Indian and European that is Nicaraguan. I want to say she was the spitting image but it minimizes what I thought. I looked at her face and I thought, good Lord, I found her. In her profile picture, she was standing in front of a restaurant in Los Angeles, dressed up with a nice skirt and heels. She looked pretty. Oh, good, I thought. I was glad my son’s mother was pretty.
“I think I found his mother,” I told my husband. He was reading the paper in his chair…
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Cry
Just shy of midnight she sobs into her pillow. Gut wrenching, heartbreaking soul-searing expulsions of unmitigated sadness.
Down the hall, behind a sterile and locked door he offers a handkerchief, white, unsullied, starched and ironed to perfection.
Fat lot of good it does to hold out a hand that she’ll never see. But it’s all he has. All he can risk, this offer of quiet condolence.
Snapshot #27
This one is called, “In My Pajamas Before 7 p.m. on a Saturday Night” or “Too Sad for Words.”
Your Third Party Vote Scares Me
Good stuff from Gretchen Kelly.
I’m hearing the whispers of the Third Party voters. You’re everywhere. You’re young, you’re old. You’re Independents, or you’re disillusioned Democrats and Republicans. There’s a lot of you this time around.
And it scares the hell out of me.
You might think I’m being dramatic. Or experiencing some longest election year ever hysteria.
But right now there is a racist, bigoted, nationalistic, white supremacist baiting, federal reserve illiterate, foreign and domestic policy ignorant, dangerous narcissist applying for the job of the most powerful person in the world.
And your protest vote could very well be the reason he gets the job.
I understand where you’re coming from. You’re my friend who voted for Nader in 2000. You’re my friend who’s a die hard Libertarian. You’re my friend who just discovered The Green Party. Or you’re my friend who wants to vote for anyone other than Clinton or Trump and you’re flirting…
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In the Quiet
In the Quiet
words by Leslie Noyes
After all is done and said,
When the world falls away
Will you still be faithful?
Will my fears be allayed?
I only ask in the quiet
The depths of darkest night
When offense seems unlikely
When the questing seems right.
If you answer directly
No hesitation in your voice
Then I will sense the truth
Then I’ll discern your choice.
But if there comes a pause,
An answer bracketed with sighs,
Sure I’ll keep on wondering,
Sure you’re telling lies.
Beautiful photography by Julie Powell. See more at juliepowell2014.wordpress.com
Old Friends
To my old friends. Every single one of you. Thanks, Jan Wilberg, for writing such a beautiful post. Read more at redswrap.wordpress.com.
Some things people say turn out to be true.
Forty years ago, my friend shouted out to me from her office, “Don’t you think we’ll know each other forever?”
It was said like confetti, a joyful thought thrown into the air, and it rained down on me like luck itself. I was a single parent, a graduate student, struggling with money, struggling with academics, wearing my turtleneck sweaters and acting the part. I didn’t have friends. I had problems as friends.
“Don’t you think we’ll know each other forever?” That seemed unlikely, improbable. She was smarter, at ease, good at things, good at laughing and making people comfortable. She was at home in her own skin; I wanted to leave mine on the coat rack by the door and become someone else. Maybe her.
Sometimes, later in my life, when I had to do scary things like talk in front…
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Home Sweet Home Depot
I spent Tuesday afternoon wandering about the garden section of our nearest Home Depot. I don’t garden, but Studly Doright has promised we’ll fix up our courtyard area this week. And not a moment too soon–I feared hurricane cleanup crews were going to mistake our residence for a disaster area and begin removing debris from the premises.
Studly and I have a great many ideas for improving the courtyard-style entryway. A few of them are even approximately the same.
I know that on the right side I want a garden of low maintenance potted plants and a small potting bench, with a scattering of stepping stones similar to these:
I picture the area as welcoming, and not at all formal. Studly and I can’t quite agree on the material to cover the ground. Do we want mulch or river rocks?
If we go with river rocks, I think dark ones will look spiffy with the red brick of our home.
And the plants? I just have no idea. The area receives full sunlight for most of the day, so something that will grow well receiving the sun’s ardent attention is a must.
We are edging into fall here in Florida, so I’ll need to take that into consideration. Thank goodness for Google and YouTube and every other modern resource at my fingertips. But if any real gardeners have suggestions I’d love to hear from you.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 