Time to go " play in the dirt". My arborist younger brother called it " Mental Flossing". I see the swing beginning to arch back and try to remain hopeful, hopeful, hopeful...
I note the ceasefire and am hopeful but then reality rather points the pendulum back in the other direction because of the imprecise and reactionary nature of the man who caused all of this in the first place.
I played in the dirt today, as I played over Easter and as I will again tomorrow and the next day and the next after that because, whilst I can't believe in the sense and goodness of the US administration, I can believe in the reliability of the seasons and nature and the joy of a palmful of dirt.
Time to go " play in the dirt". My arborist younger brother called it " Mental Flossing". I see the swing beginning to arch back and try to remain hopeful, hopeful, hopeful...
I note the ceasefire and am hopeful but then reality rather points the pendulum back in the other direction because of the imprecise and reactionary nature of the man who caused all of this in the first place.
I played in the dirt today, as I played over Easter and as I will again tomorrow and the next day and the next after that because, whilst I can't believe in the sense and goodness of the US administration, I can believe in the reliability of the seasons and nature and the joy of a palmful of dirt.
As a PS: I commend Ramona Grigg's latest post where she gives a list of Free Press writers which may be of interest to your readers: https://constantcommoner.substack.com/p/loud-louder-loudest Worth spreading the word...
She did it again.
Read, reread, reflect upon,
listen, listen up!