The older I get, the less I like people, even though I love them. A while back our relationship shifted and I became very critical of my own kind.
Hell is -other people Satre once said and a shorter and truer statement has never been made. Does that mean “Heaven is -no people?” Wouldn’t that be the logical conclusion? But of course, life is not that simple. Alone is not good either, even though I happen to like to be with just me.
So Trump has won the election, but can’t prove it because the evidence shows otherwise. Nevertheless, he filed one lawsuit after the next -because the name of the game is denial and he plays it well for decades. It keeps his fanatic fans and followers busy hoping and dreaming of a time when democracy will be dead once and for all and a new area of everlasting Republican Plutocracy will transport the wealthy 1% of our population straight into paradise.
We have memorized America,
how it was born and who we have been and where.
In ceremonies and silence we say the words,
telling the stories, singing the old songs.
We like the places they take us. Mostly we do.
The great and all the anonymous dead are there.
We know the sound of all the sounds we brought.
The rich taste of it is on our tongues.
But where are we going to be, and why, and who?
The disenfranchised dead want to know.
We mean to be the people we meant to be,
to keep on going where we meant to go.
Ordinary people, trying to live their lives the best way they can. We don’t try to force our will upon others. We do not confuse having a strong opinion with being right. We do not look past our mistakes, but try to live with them. We do not accost women, men, or people “different” from us. Continue reading
There is always one somewhere. An ordinary man or woman, who shows extraordinary strength when it’s needed the most. Continue reading
I went to ‘The Little Clinic’ at Kroger’s yesterday, needed a refill for a medication, wanted my sprained ankle to be taken care of. I had made the appointment online, arrived before time, waited in the parking lot for a few minutes. Continue reading
A woman once came to a town and asked the local sage, “I’m thinking about moving here. What kinds of people live here?”
The sage asked the woman, “What kinds of people live in the town you came from?”
“Where I’m from the people are liars, cheaters, and mean spirited,” the woman responded. Continue reading
Time has been flying lately. The days didn’t have enough hours, the nights were too short. Christmas arrived too early, and the New Year come by almost unnoticed. Continue reading
A simple photograph made me aware of the changes in our society. An older gentleman sitting on a small bench, the people walking around him, didn’t seem to notice him at all. Continue reading
Friends have meaning in my life. They are there to lift me up, they pull me down to earth when it’s needed. They laugh and cry with me, and often they push me to take a deeper look at myself and my behavior. Continue reading