These past few days s have taken a toll on all decent people.
Wednesday, June 29, 2022
Contracting
Sunday, June 26, 2022
Finding a gear
The grove is in bloom. They are cinnamon bark crape myrtles. Planted on the four points of the compass, white North has always been the most vigorous, pushy member of the group. We haven't topped them in three years, but come January, it's going to get a serious pruning in hopes of giving the other three a chance to catch up.
I have resolved to stop taking poison, knowing how I plan to help those who need camping gear or assistance.
Also, I've been invited to participate in a local gallery event! Time to see what's still in the closet.
Charlie is home! And I swear he grew two inches in two weeks. While he was away, his Mom and Dad spent every free moment redoing his room from ceiling fan to flooring. This room had the dark green walls and carpet that Jake chose as a teenager. Change was past due.
He's a bit overwhelmed.
Saturday, June 25, 2022
the decision
I have been mostly lost for words this past twenty-four hours. Lots of cursing. A fury that would frighten civilized people if I were to describe the details. My right hand has been aching; the two knuckles that I broke on a man’s forehead when he put his hand up under my dress as I climbed the stairs in the subway. There are other things I can’t speak of. Statute of limitations stuff.
I have ongoing heartburn, headaches, and something I can only describe as the ghost of monthly cramps. But underlying all of these is anxiety. Dread. A feeling of being penned in with a clock ticking in the background. The fear peaks, the fury returns, I want to break things, and again, I remind myself that the Buddha said holding on to hate is like taking poison and expecting the other person to die.
All of this adds up to what I suspect is a kind of PTSD that women who have had abortions might be experiencing now in light of what that orange shitbag has bought and paid for - “his” puppet supreme court judges. He’ll be bragging about it any second now.
It was hard enough to make those choices so many years ago when it was legal.
Now, all I can do is vote the bastards out and drive. I will drive Georgia campers to the nearest camping-friendly state. No praying. I’ve never been more sure that there is no god running things. The only godlike thing there is - is the energy, the fire we have inside to make sure this gets corrected. That women have autonomy over their bodies and their health.
Wednesday, June 22, 2022
Solstice
Saturday, June 18, 2022
Dirty threads
Starting to round up posts for the book.