I took this the night before I came down with my head cold and had almost forgotten about it. My friend tells me this is a Japanese Magnolia, so I call it “Japanese Magnolia.” So much for originality.
I find myself singing this throughout these terrifying days. It breaks my heart to know that many of my friends who once sang along are now under Trump’s influence. Greed and an adherence to false religiosity have turned their hearts and minds away from the tenets of peace and love.
When I find myself in times of trouble. Mother Mary comes to meSpeaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness. She is standing right in front of me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be. Let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.
And when the broken hearted people Living in the world agree, There will be an answer, let it be.
And though they may be parted there is Still a chance that they will see There will be an answer, let it be.
And though the night is cloudy, There is still a light that shines on me, Shine until tomorrow, let it be.
O, will I make up to the sound of music Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
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That flags upon the charts are being laid
And our leaders posture, rhetoric unsteady
Should we listen to what Gorbachev has said
Should we listen to experienced survivors
To the experts who seek evidence and proof
To academics, historians and scientists
Who study past and future for the truth
Should we listen when the charities are groaning
Under siege to manage shelter, food
While governments can always conjure money
To weaponise our world for some vague good
When the friend within is demeaned and benighted
And tolerance is seen as enemy
When hatred escalates and is encouraged
Should we listen to what others maybe see
Should we listen to ourselves when twinges niggle
And reason urges calm and look again
Or should we just do nothing and make ready
To pursue a path that leads to greater pain
When the meanwhiles of the nations are unfolding
When the jigsaw picture’s starting to…
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Day 1: Surprise! I’m moving into your head. You’ll think I’m just seasonal allergies for the first 8 hours. Ha! Puny human.
Night 1: Hope you don’t need to breathe. Or maybe I’ll just open up your sinuses and you’ll begin leaking snot like a faucet from your right nostril. Girl, you look so cute with a rolled up tissue sticking out of your schnozzola.
Day 2: I know, you were still hoping I was just an allergy attack, so I thought a slight fever and some body aches might cheer you up. No? Suck it up buttercup. I’m yours for six more days.
Night 2: You imagined that nighttime cold medicine was going to let you sleep through the night as advertised, didn’t you? Bwahahaha! If I had a knee I’d slap it. Better yet, I’ll slap you. Headaches just make me more awesome.
So I’m sick. Dammit. This is all my imagination could handle today. I have a couple of posts queued up, but if you don’t hear from me again you’ll know the cold won.
I’ve begun walking around our neighborhood with a couple of friends. The steps seem to come much more easily with the exchange of witty banter, and I am racking up the miles.
One friend led us across the dam that borders Lake Yvette, and I snapped this picture halfway across. I’m calling it, “Damn Fine Dam View.”