A remedy and reminder

...to keep my eyes open for the beauty in the mundane, day to day stuff.

To remember that we are not alone in this fight.

Rather than scratch around the web and suffer through opinions and other non-starting crap, set aside 45 minutes to listen to every word of this particular Heather Cox Richardson's Explainer wrap up. 

She sees beyond the cloud of bullshit that the Shitweasel likes to stir up daily. The crap that makes sane people sick to their stomachs.

I'm working at my own cloud of bullshit and the cards are not pampering me one bit. 

I did a little reconciliation (if only in my own head) with those who might not be up to confronting or dealing with the issues our country faces. I'm not shouting FAFO to them. Some of those things will manifest to them in time. 

Through lack of engagement and or education they have checked out, doubting their ability to have any affect on the outcome. Highly unlikely to vote ever again after the shame of this administration is revealed one rotten corpse at a time. 

Here is my reason to carry on. Almost every discussion used to begin with "I have a question." Not so much anymore. 

Ever since I had to give a circumspect explanation of what the Epstein files are all about and we fell down laughing counting the number of times Jimmy Fallon said "EPSTEIN" in his opening monologue, I have pulled back on having any deep political discussions with him.

 He has so little untroubled childhood left, I will not rob him of a minute of it, but I will answer direct questions. 

He is so smart and perceptive it's frightening.

 

He was proud to carry a batch of Signs of Justice postcards into the post office for me and made me promise to add his favorite message to the back, "No one is illegal on stolen lands!" 

Even after I assured him that that no return address was required, he used my mittens to carry them inside and put them in the outbound hopper. "Fingerprints, you know." Imagine an eleven-year-old already wary of his own government. 

The rest of this glorious Friday afternoon with a high of 78 degrees is for my friends and family about to experience yet another heavy winter snow. 

The word blizzard had been tossed around some. We remember this kind of winter as being the norm when I was a kid. 

Here we broke a sweat in the direct sun and the camellias are in bloom. 

Sophie brought me this scrap from under my bed. I was too shocked to grab a picture of her with it in her mouth because I thought she was bleeding.  It's back in the river basket waiting for a turn to speak.

Doing my best to reduce the crush in my thread box and remember where my real happy place is - in the workings of the Heart.