With age comes a love of family history.
Someone will remember us, won’t they?
Ancestor worship wasn’t such a bad idea.
They were here a moment ago, then left.
Where are they hiding? Here, then gone.
A game of hide and seek forever.
They’s so careful to say “bury her remains.”
They’re really saying “bury her,” aren’t they?
They say seeing is believing, but not death.
Living in the Twilight Zone
Today’s word is Fear.
Fear the surge continues
Fear the sea will surrender
Fear the plastics will proliferate
Fear the fire and the droughts
Fear the virus and bacteria
Fear the ignorance of the masses
Fear the power of the status quo
Tomorrow’s word is Hope.
Hope the nets will loosen their grip on the drowning
Hope the glaciers will recover their water
Hope the women claim the high ground
Hope the politicians hear the prayers
Hope the evicted find refuge
Hope the jobless find activity
Hope the hungry find sustenance
Hope the cold find warmth
Hope the lost find home
Hope the deaf find melody
Hope the bereaved find understanding
Hope the injured find justice
Hope the murdered find paradise
Next week’s word is Unknown.
All bets are off. Suspense rules.
Stay tuned as the situation develops
Alexa Abercrombie Ross
I can hear demonic whispers at that back of my mind,
Echoes of what they say is hard to define,
I hear them hiss, spit and swear and their bones grind,
These vouces are primordial, ancient and for a darker time,
They seek to influence, they seek to control
They seek to posses my very soul,
But I know what is right and wrong
And I have the inner strength,
To suppress them no matter the lengths,
That I have to go to, to stay in the light
To keep the love in my heart and keeps the demons at bay,
I prefer to feel the love than to just feel hate,
I shout at these demonic voices to keep the fuck away.
Family
Friends
Curiosity
Creativity
Sleep
The ability to faint when pain gets too great
The lessened fear of death with age
Prolonged infancy developing into love
The “religious” or “spiritual” gene serving to draw people together beyond family lines*
Mathematics, which leads us to believe that this is a rational world
The aesthetic experience and beauty
The cherishing of nostalgic memories
Reports of a sense of peace associated with near death or dying experiences
The survival instinct which permits life on the planet to evolve
Consciousness so that we can reflexively experience
Language
Music
Pets
Word Press
Chocolate
Humor– the saving grace
*Altho aspects of this is also a problem
….The Evangelicals haven’t exorcised our president yet. Are they just going to leave the Bad Guy inside him?
A president recklessly sacrificing the lives of his citizens for nefarious reasons? Or making up conspiracy theories against democracy? Might there be a law against starting a war in order to hurt the incumbent (and America?) Or assassinating citizens or non-citizens abroad? If not, there ought to be. [I confess to wondering how Epstein died in prison].
Our AG thinks presidential powers should not be limited. Do we think that efforts by elected officials to blatantly attack our democratic underpinnings is okay? WHAT BALLS! I can imagine a future during which our ineptitude to set limits on our leaders’ retaliations or threats against subserviant appointees is blameworthy and cowardly, if not dangerous. We also need to put in writing the protocol of when it’s permitted to appoint new Supreme Court occupants, with nothing left to assumptions of fair play.
And would it be too much to ask for a mandatory vetting of presidential candidates? –Perhaps also while in office or running for office? What’s good for the goose is…
ON THE OTHER HAND… reblog
Despair. Despondency. Gloom. I see dark days ahead. Yes, Donald Trump will be out of office soon—or should be. But the crazies who put him in the White House aren’t going away.
Even if Trump were to concede graciously—any bets on that?—the insanity he brought to our nation’s political system will be with us for the foreseeable future. And my former people—white evangelicals—will be the primary perpetuators of the madness.
My despondency is tied to a series of recent emails with an evangelical pastor and his wife I’ve never met or conversed with until a few days ago. Here’s how it went down:
I watched a YouTube clip of this pastor on a program hosted by another white evangelical. The first question the host asked the pastor was about services at the pastor’s church. The pastor replied that his church had experienced no disruptions to their weekly services. Then he…
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During these days of depression, anger, helplessness, stagnation, paranoia, bickering, loneliness and stomach ulcers, I find myself thankful and appeciative of fellow bloggers and Word Press. Wherever I explore I seem to discover nuggets of blog postings. Love this one from iFunny.
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I don’t feel sorry for you because that would be demeaning, but I do regret that you were a True Believer. For whatever reason, you believed and trusted your president. You were forgotten at an airport, and may be dead now due to the unprecedented spread of covid 19. Your commonsense has been subverted away from reality (otherwise known as science). You have been left to hang out to dry after all the deception.
One man with the virus was quoted as saying he was willing to die for the president (and probably did). Another died in hospital from the virus, saying it was a hoax. Another admitted she voted for our president because she felt good just looking at him. Believing in another’s honesty, integrity and caring are positive traits. What’s not right is the object of your idealism disdaining you, endangering, and gambling with your life to aggrandize his own. We have all been abused.
Our president’s recommendation for his base to celebrate Thanksgiving together and attend gatherings at church without masks while the virus is skyrocketing was not issued with caring for you, I fear, and not with your welfare in mind. I hope when this regrettable page of American history is behind us that we can reunite as one people with our barriers down, truth on our lips and respect for one another. Our trust has been violated, and I pray we recover.
Forgive me, I couldn’t resist this. Image by Jeffrey Zero via Unsplash. Did you never act out on an uncontrollable whim? Sorry for taking up your time…
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