I’ve new plantation shutters.
They block out all the light.
Conducive to good sleeping,
when day turns into night.
But though it’s dark come morning,
and no light through yonder window breaks,
still I awaken early.
My body stretches and sleep forsakes.
Days start with exuberation
“Get up! Get up! Come greet the day!
” Time for great celebration!”
Woke to the radio news…did you know that we can sign up for a mobile app that alerts us when we are near someone with COVID – no personal info, just an alert – imagine the fear and terror as the alarm goes off and we search the masked faces around us, wondering whom to shun…
Walmart has removed guns and ammo from its shelves for fear of anarchy after the election – FREE elections should not lead to fear of riot and destruction- …
Joe Biden tells us it will be a dark winter, with people learning to die with COVID – uplifting, encouraging, faith in all that science he touts, eh?
Girl Scouts are admonished for applauding a woman filling a seat on the Supreme Court – that’s not political intimidation from the Left, is it.
WHAT HAS BECOME OF THE LAND OF THE FREE AND THE BRAVE? THE LAND WHERE WE BELIEVED ANYONE FROM ANYWHERE CAN RISE TO MEET THEIR DREAMS? THE LAND WHERE WE LIVE AS FULLY AS WE CAN UNTIL THE MOMENT WE DIE…NOT SHIVERING IN OUR BASEMENTS WAITING FOR WORD FROM THE GOVERNMENT AS TO WHEN WE CAN COME OUT, WHAT WE CAN EAT, WITH WHOM WE CAN ASSOCIATE?
SHAME ON OUR POLITICIANS AND THE SHOCK AND AWE MEDIA…SHAME ON ALL OF US WHO HAVE FORGOTTEN THAT THOSE BEFORE US PRESSED ON DESPITE THREATS AND POSSIBLE DESTRUCTION TO MAKE GOOD, AND GREAT, THINGS HAPPEN. REMEMBER WHENCE WE COME! LET US TAKE BACK OUR POWER, OUR PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY, OUR IMAGINATION, DARE I SAY, OUR SCIENCE, TO BEAT THIS WICKED FOE, JUST AS WE DID POLIO AND MEASLES AND EBOLA. REMEMBER WE MUST HIRE EXECUTIVES WHO FULFILL THE AMERICAN DREAM, NOT REMIND US OF HOW LITTLE WE CAN DO.
VOTE…THEN HOLD WHOEVER WINS ACCOUNTABLE TO BE THE SERVANT OF ALL OF US, NOT A POMPOUS ASS WATCHING FROM ON HIGH…
Emil Catt has died.
He was loved until the end.
Now I sleep alone.
It popped up unasked.
An article re: Findhorn.