I don’t know how to write this, cause in a way it surprises me. It feels weird saying. It has been rolling around inside for years. The first tinglings of it hit me in the Spring of 2017, listening to Yo Yo Ma play Appalachian Spring. Not sure how to say it, because I guess I don’t know where to start. Or… er… where it … Continue reading This Thing About My American Cousins
And sings the tune without the words –And never stops – at all For those still paying attention, words have flitted through my mind, for days, weeks, months, a year or more now, I think. Here, then gone. Poof! Just so you know. I haven’t gone away, I’ve just had a hard time catching words. So much, too much, all at once. I lost my … Continue reading “Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul”
Over the last couple days, weeks since the Mueller Report came out, there is this group, the loyalist camp, this glob of minions who are seen to be shuffling back and forth, on talking points, on opinions, all in order to protect their dear leader. Illuminating that they believe they should have to, but anywho. First the right flank of flakes is all going on … Continue reading That Swamp Is Becoming A Moat
My gardening style has benefited from limitations, like Black Walnut trees overhead that both bring shade, as well as toxins, and therefore not everything likes to grow near one. As such, my plant choices outside in my little in between garden are limited, or one could see it that way. I of course don’t, as for me those conditions are exactly right for what I … Continue reading A Wabi Sabi Sort Of Democracy
After the, ahem, unimpeachable Trump, after the pompous chaotic command is relinquished, when he is finally gone from office, past whatever happens tomorrow, the day after, next month, next year, what will be will be. Sure… yes I’ve been thinking…what a shock…but lately more on that time after, and what new things can be built, dreamed up now, philosophized, look back in order to look … Continue reading Of Locke And The Tabula Rasa
So, another Mueller Friday began with a bang and a pre-dawn arrest of Roger Stone with a tv crew to capture the fluorescent FBI logo on their flack jackets making their way across his front lawn. Continue reading The Rise And Fall Of The Lunatic Fringe
That crooked man with little hands, wants to build a wall to divide and conquer his crooked land, and who among them has the will to stand against him? I understand, sure, democracy is messy, you can lose it all for nothing, or for everything, it is as imperfect as the people allow it to be, or not to be, it always comes down to … Continue reading Meadowlands Of Democracy
These waiting periods, waiting for a bus, on a bus waiting to get to where I’m going, they’ve become a sort of opportunity to think, as I’m generally not the chic standing there with her nose to her phone, usually. But, like sketchpad mind dumps for me, waiting becomes a time to reflect, to get this stuff out of my thoughts. A time for me … Continue reading Deep Thoughts At A Bus Stop
by PaulaB 