Evening in DC

The visit was all too brief, but our hearts were glowing after a fabulous day in DC, and we sure had fun taking this Blogger selfie!

Alys, me, Julia, Matt, and Boomdee

Oh the joy that blogging offers.

I’ll be on the road for a bit, so I’ve pre-scheduled some images from 36 hours in DC.

Take care, my friends.  Catch up with you soon!

Fresh

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It is hard to tell, but the snow was still falling when I took this image, allowing us, as my friend Jim over at Poetry in Motion said, to walk on virgin earth.

As I write this post, quickly before leaving for work, I am pondering if after 4 1/2 years it is time to freshen up my blog. I’ve not changed a thing since I first stepped onto the virgin earth of this blog space. Perhaps it is time.

Pondering.

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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Waking Up in an Alternate Reality

Deborah is able to put into words how I have been feeling, and offers quotes from HRC’s concession speech, which I have not been able to watch. Thank you, Deborah.

Deborah J. Brasket, Writer

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I woke this morning feeling as if I had  been tossed from the real world into an alternate universe–where Trump had become president. I kept grasping for something that would allow me to return to that safer and saner world where Hillary had won.

How could a man who had said such vile things about women and immigrants, who had mocked the disabled, insulted POW war heroes, bashed Gold Star families, and belittled worthy adversaries become the leader of our nation and the free world?

How could the most qualified person ever to seek the presidential office, who had worked her whole life to help children, oppressed women, and working families, who would in turn break a long-standing ceiling to become the first woman to hold the highest office in our land–how could she lose to him?

I felt sure there must be another reality in which…

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#safetypin

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A symbol as simple as a safety pin can be an important first step in showing solidarity and support for people who are scared and upset at this time. Tell people that they are safe with you.  Join this movement, inspired by Brexit.

#safetypin     #whentheygolowwegohigh    #solidarity