I try not to go on and on about American politics during these posts, but at the same time I feel I have an unusual responsibility to all the visitors to this blog who are not living in the USA. I've decided it's all right to speak up every few months, at the least, about how so many of us Americans are in severe distress at the constant attempts around us to destroy democracy. I feel truthfulness needs to be celebrated instead, and honored, even as many, many of us wish this wrenching situation would all just go away.
From the beginning of Trump awareness, I have considered the constant lies, the constant inability to acknowledge a mistake, the constant use of chaos to divert, etc. to be signs of mental illness, not of leadership. Even a simple public statement -- like "I am the least racist person in the world"-- has to be a brazen falsehood since there's no way for any one to know who is the least -- or the most -- of anything. Proclaiming such to the world is instead a confirmation of what has to be called a serious disorder. I certainly am not comfortable with such an unstable person being technically in charge of the nuclear button, to say nothing about separated young children at our borders, or decisions being made by others about my woman's body.
Dear readers from all over, I want to be clear that many, many of us are doing what we can to bring back civility and trust and caring, including the essential work needed to heal our wounded planet. How can so many deny the possibility of climate change? of science? of human kindness? Maybe some day we will even be able to figure out how any politicians could willingly ignore how consequential this ongoing national travesty is to the fabric of our nation. As an American, I long for healthy leadership. I long for calmer seas (and ones not laden with plastic.) I long for sanity.
These three paragraphs above have been, of course, just my personal plea. It will be the voices of all of us that will make the difference.
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| finally bales this year, on the way to town |
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| deer neighbors on Sideway Road |
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| Here's a sky view, along Sideway Road, of the pipeline "path" to the far field in the middle of the photo. I love the color of the sky captured in this photo during an evening walk. |
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| In Lexington, on Saturday, near the large annual Woodland Arts Fair, I saw "my" book cover in the window of Black Swan Books, along with 7 other books by Wendell Berry. I was totally surprised to notice it (near where I had miraculously found a fabulous parking space.) However, the day was way too hot for me to hang around to make a better photo. |
OK, those were some random photos, to top off all my banter about what needs to happen to make the world a better place. I have also found out this afternoon that my son and his family have climbed Pike's Peak these last three days! They live in Colorado, and the two kids are 8 and 10. And my daughter and her family have put up tons of basil from their garden and made a place for their two ducks to swim. (These ducks live with the chickens. They think they are chickens. I think it is called bonding.) Then there were three loads of laundry hung out to dry on their line in 90 degree heat and other such activities on a "non-workday". Also, this afternoon our Kentucky public television station ran a long concert version of Les Miserables, which I couldn't help tuning into at times while working on this post. I mention all this to express how grateful I am for the opportunities I have had and for the choices I have been able to make. My pleasure in doing this blog for 7 years is one way I have to share some of that feeling with friends and strangers alike.
Please note: this Gerbera Daisy appeared on my porch early in my broken foot days this spring, but I still don't know who left it there! It's now blooming again. Hopeful events are fine with me.
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