this is not about politics. this is about looking right past the politics and not seeing what is in front. in clear sight. as i write there are 257,000 lives lost. millions sick. hospitals without enough doctors and nurses for patients. lives that have been lied to. lives that have been used by others. don’t wear a mask. there are not enough masks. wearing the mask will give you the virus. don’t live in fear you do not need the mask. the virus is a hoax. down play the virus. the virus is their fault. they sent the virus. i stopped the virus. the virus will disappear tomorrow. so many lies it is hard to tell where they start and where they end. we are rounding the corner on the virus. the vaccine will arrive just before the election. we are testing too much. that is why there is so much virus. stop testing. and the lies go on. the lies are spread by the liar himself. and by the party who supports his lies. in conspiracy afraid to lose power. in conspiracy afraid of the liar. and the media who repeats his lies. media who spread conspiracy to support the lies. and still the people die. they die repeating the lies that are killing them. they do not have the virus. i do not have the virus they tell the icu staff this on their death bed. if the medical staff repeat the virus warnings to the public they and their families receive death threats. governors who try to stop the virus they too get death threats. still we are too smart. too sophisticated to see this for what it is. the liar, the party who lies with him, and the media who propagate the lies want power. at what price ? genocide pure and simple. pure evil. and this time we are all fair game.
for the weary victims of this evil. for the departed victims of this evil. prayers… and more prayers to wake up the living… awake ! stop the genocide
i do not want one. a care free garden that is. i am beginning to think it is nearly impossible. the garden should be a place where we can go to forget about problems. there is no garden big enough to cause problems to be released. when half a world away more than 100 children are killed the cares are too loud to silence. there is no room for the hate that has harmed these children. there is only room for prayer for the families that have been hurt. prayer to walk away from hate. start the prayer…
and like the song, we don’t know what we got till its gone. today is a day for prayers. both for the blessings and for relief from the plagues. the blessings for the rebirth of spring, for spiritual redemption and renewal across many cultures and faiths. it is a time of observance at so many levels. and at the same time it is a time of plague. slavery still exists, whether at sea on fishing vessels or working at minimum wage jobs where companies are not satisfied with profits and engage in wage theft. or where other companies think nothing of jumping from one city, state, country, or to another corner of the globe leaving economic devastation in their wake and abandoning the employees and communities that were often called their greatest asset. at least until those few extra pennies changed the score. the plague of countries that claim to have immigration policies that are in fact tired old laws that do not work. and both sides the countries of the emigres and immigrants are content to let the conditions political, financial, and religious that drive this suffering continue. or the plague depleting the latest fisheries in the hope a new one will be found when the old one crashes. just because the sight of empty fishing boats is not as horrific a sight as the genocide of the buffalo hunts. the carnage that takes place beneath the waves is no less obscene. and the plague of our indifference to the assaults we make on climate. we have no care for the number of rivers we drain before they reach the sea. nor the number of cities we push to the brink of uninhabitable because of carbon pollution. nor do we worry the science of both glaciers and drought. we know that once great portions of the earth were covered with ice and at other times arid regions were so dry that all life fled. abandoned cliff dwellings and the land that was once a great forest and is now the Sahara desert stand testament to this. what we do not know is far reaching effects on the surrounding lands and cultures nor the time periods of the arid cycles. the recent terrible droughts of the southern portion of north america hint at the possibilities of what might have happened. and time and weather have reclaimed the devastation. all except for the cliff dwellings. what vanity makes us think it might never happen again ? and lastly the plague of hate where one person’s gender and another person’s culture, religion, nationality, race, culture, or sexual orientation is beaten down. and the actions that follow this hate take away any claim to moral ground. they are simply nothing more than murder, rape and other vile crimes against our fellow humans. there are many plagues. there are many blessings of progress and hope. so while the particular day is perhaps not unique in our need for prayer, to give thanks for blessings, hope, progress, and human kindness. and prayer to be freed from hate, greed, and ignorance. pray that we do not forget what we have that is good before it is gone. and pray that we set aside what is hate before it grows.
Does that mean we can skip overreaching color conflicts ? Or to put it in layman’s terms post another purple a second day in a row ? Well I think expediency is imbued with the understanding that silly questions maybe ignored with complete and total abandon and just a touch of thanksgiving. A big touch. So let us go with a moment of prayer and reflection on what will hopefully be a quiet and calm day. One that ordinarily would not call out as a reason for prayer. Count the quiet and sometimes overlooked blessings of family, friends, food bountiful enough to be shared, and moderate enough weather. With all that in mind lets drift back to the potentially second day of purple… sometimes we just get lucky …. too.
words are often inadequate. the storm that raged into Moore Oklahoma is such a thing. at some point the we put away part of the shock, take a step and then another. at some point. for those in need, be it Oklahoma or somewhere across the world, a flower and a prayer
this is a title for another day. i guess it is a warning too, in case it is really good – or bad – depending on your perspective. for today the answer is – no not today. still too something – perhaps even serious. so let’s set the extra words aside. use your eyes for the image, not for the words. then look with your heart. and if the feeling is good hold it gently for as long as you dare.
Sometimes we know where we are going. Or at least we think so. Sometimes we are looking for direction, trying to read the signs or figure out what to trust. So it is in the garden too. This is a seedling. It is orange. Knowing that can I guess where it is going? Knowing a little about the parents will help. One parent is mostly yellow. After a few years, once it gets used to the garden it developed a reddish tip to the petals. The other parent is a seedling with a lavender color. And together they gave me this very orange flower. If I am able to keep track, remember who this orange one is crossed with I just might be able to figure out which direction the next seedlings from this line of crosses are headed.
Lest I forget there is still room and need for a prayer. There are those who need and deserve it. The hurting is not over and the healing slowly begins.