The Best

That’s what Thanksgiving is to me.  The Best Holiday of the Year.

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Family.   Friends.   Food.   Football.

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Enjoying the traditional Bloody Mary and Mom’s braided bread while watching the  Macy’s Parade, and the National Dog Show.

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No Gifts.   No Shopping.   No fighting over Happy Holidays or Merry Christmas.

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Just the colors and beauty of the season.

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Remembering the blessing of good health, and the opportunity to give to those less fortunate.

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Cheers, and Go Hokies!

The Road Ahead

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Still swamped with the new job, but I hope to get the bike out of the shop in the next day or so, and find some time with my camera.

Nothing like time on the bike and time with the camera to make a gal happy.

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Rising Up

Before I head out to do Thanksgiving Dinner Grocery Shopping, I wanted to share a few #Fall2016 photos.  Since the devastating results of the election, I’ve pulled out my camera only once or twice, and because of that, I’ve not really captured the beauty of fall.

I did snap a few though.  Two with the camera. Two with the cell phone.

Can you tell which image came from which camera?

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Thank you for being here. Your solidarity in devastation, your words of wisdom, and your hopeful spirits have been soothing to me.

Monochromia: Subway Surfing

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It’s hard to believe that it has been 5 weeks since that incredible weekend in NYC.  The past month has been a blur!

When Joe, Stacy, Terry, and I were taking the subway to meet up with Patti and Robyn, I had fun trying to stay upright without holding onto anything as the train sped underneath the streets of the city.  I also posted myself right in the window to grab this shot.

Such fabulous memories of a great time.

(and, just FYI, I did manage to stay upright … although I’m not sayin’ it was pretty🙂 )

Finding a Way

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I came to WordPress last evening, seeking a distraction from despair.  I’ve been on a media blackout, avoiding television, the news, and FB.  I have just not been ready to face a world in which so many people, although NOT the majority, voted for  … well, a man whose values are so very different from my own.

And I’ve felt badly about that.  Where was my fight?  Where was my ability to rally?  I’ve been feeling like Tom Cruise in Top Gun after the death of  Goose.  Maverick couldn’t engage, and I hadn’t been able to either.

As John Pavlovitz said in his article “This is Why We Grieve Today”:

This has never been about politics.
This is not about one candidate over the other.

It’s not about one’s ideas over another’s.
It is not blue vs. red.
It’s not her emails vs. his bad language.
It’s not her dishonesty vs. his 
indecency.

It’s about overt racism and hostility toward minorities.
It’s about religion being weaponized.
It’s about crassness and vulgarity and disregard for women.
It’s about a barricaded, militarized, bully nation.
It’s about an unapologetic, open-faced ugliness

Starting a new business and being so overwhelmed with it that I didn’t have time to focus on the results of the election was helpful.

Being with my likeminded, similarly destraught friends was also helpful.

Knowing that so many of my WP friends feel the same way that I do has been comforting.

When I heard about the Women’s March on Washington, a peaceful march in the unity of women to honor women’s rights and values, I felt something rising within me.

I don’t have answers, and I surely haven’t been able to express myself as elequently as so many of you.

But I do feel the hint of a rally.

Just Suppose

And if you need a poet’s take on it, check out Jim’s words

Poetry In Motion

“We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.”
– Kurt Vonnegut

say…

you get past his characterization of

an entire ethnic group as rapists,

murderers and drug dealers, and say

you excuse the insults he’d slung at

the Senator who spent five years

in a prisoner of war camp; now say

you find a tiny space in your heart

to forgive him for disparaging women

in the most deplorable terms imaginable,

and dismiss his answer to mass shootings

is to put guns in kindergarten classrooms

as jest. And you struggle to digest

the comparison of his sacrifices

constructing tall buildings full of

boardrooms and bathrooms

with the parent’s loss of a child who

made the ultimate sacrifice fighting

for the freedom to prosper. Say

you pardon these transgressions figuring

he is a policy expert, and in the debate

he is…

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