One of the most important voting moments in history is upon us. Why? Because after the discouraging outcome wherein once again the popular vote was ousted in favor of discriminatory practices (see 2000 judicial decision and 2016 gerrymandering lines), a message must be sent to ugly, angry, fear-mongering Americans.
Instead of hateful, separation of children as if they were less than your drycleaning and couldn’t be bothered to have a receipt in order to re-unite them with their parents, I vote for not repeating evil practices that harken back to genocidal eras.
I voted already, actually and I voted with my heart, not my pocketbook.
Allowing violence, hypocrisy and sexual assault to normalize our cultural speak is abhorrent to the spiritual side of ourselves.
We have already permitted way too much to go on untethered to what we know to be of value. Our environment, our climate and other sentient beings need us.
Are we to abandon all of our common and survival senses? No world will survive without saving it in unison. Dollars for billionaires don’t bring back habitats destroyed, waters polluted or unbreathable air.
Vote for your life!
Vote for decency!
Vote to still have a vote in 2020, not a tyrannical lunatic.
Vote November 6th!
Both the crashing, splashing of waves or waterfalls and forests (especially pine trees) emit negative ions. Negative ions deter depression or the blues. Therefore, negative ions actually uplift your mood. That’s why even if you are grieving, sitting on a beach or hiking in the woods soothes your soul.
Personally, I need the stillness I find by a mountain lake surrounded by trees. The beach is alive with noisy commotion and sometimes stirs me up, albeit positively. But a forest full of conifers alive with birds, squirrels and chipmunks dining on nuts and seeds, instills an innocent serenity I treasure.
Really? It’s hot and humid and the temperature is going to reach 100degrees tomorrow? Really?
Even the mountains will be unusually too warm this week.
It is sweltering and the earth is beyond the point of tipping. Mother Nature is screaming at us and we still go about our day as if the last white rhino didn’t just meet its extinction.
“SAD” climate change deniers say.
“Too bad, I won’t give up meat.” climate deniers AND believers continue to insist on.
The first step in recovery is awareness of a problem. Then, acceptance of the facts. Last, is acting– as in behavior and thought– for change to take place.
First, we become aware we are terrorizing our planet and brutalizing all sentient beings.
Second, we accept we have contributed to this decline and destruction.
Third, we remedy, repair and rejuvenate our habitat, EARTH!
Farewell for now to the rustic NorCal coast. As the sea crashes, the fog rolls and the colors wash, the dramatic scenery increases.
In a perfect world, the trees on earth would meet the sky against a watery, silver horizon.
A view from our room at the Standford Inn.
I felt I was walking inside a landscape at Bower’s Museum depicting the wild west days of the covered wagon. But, alas, I was atop of Santiago Oaks inhaling the majesty with my daughter V and granddog, A.
Photographs don’t do justice to the enchantment of a sloped field of ranunculi in rainbow rows. Carlsbad May 1, 2018.
From above:Alongside the acres of flowers.