Monday, January 23, 2017

Roses


At Judkins Park during the pre-March rally,
there was a young man with cloth bags
full of long-stemmed roses of all colors,
some even multicolored.

He was offering them to people who went by.
Most declined. Not all.
Some carried these little works of beauty with them.

Don't know who he was, but thanks.
It was one of the moments of delight I experienced.



And that's no small thing.


Narya Marcille poster, available on etsy.
Just search for the Women's March poster.
I just bought one.


Sunday, January 22, 2017

The Day After the Women's March



The Women's March in Seattle.


January 21, 2017.



On a beautiful January day in the Puget Sound region.



People inspired to work for change 
on issues near and dear to their hearts.



People willing to be the change
they want to see in the world.




People who believe in compassion, inclusion, stewardship of the earth, that black lives have often not mattered as much as they should in this society, that health care access and affordable care
are essential in modern society, that different doesn't mean diminished value, that love between two adult people should be honored and their marriage legal even if they aren't a traditional heterosexual couple, that diversity strengthens our country
because it offers new perspectives and ideas.




No every marcher subscribed to every opinion expressed.
But there was room in the protest tent for expression,
honoring the person even if not agreeing with the message.



Seattle's a city that somehow encourages expression 
and giving new ideas sturdy legs.

And when women come together to plan a demonstration,
it's most likely to unfold without violence,
with no arrests, just as yesterday did.

Above all, I hope it's a city
where demonstrators understand that
this is just a beginning.




Pick an issue.
Get to work.

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Recipe for Creating Change



I'm supporting the Women's March for Change
in D.C. and cities around the country.
I think it makes the good old boys nervous
to see women who are angry
and saying no to power.

But marching isn't enough.
It may have put pressure on the US government
to end the war in Southeast Asia
decades ago
(that, plus the fact that by the mid-sixties
almost everyone in the country had a television set
tuned to the nightly news
showing reporters embedded with troops
and presenting a less rosy picture
than the official government blather).

Times have changed
in the intervening decades.
 Spending a day marching isn't enough.

The sophistication of Tea Party tactics
must be co-opted and used to promote
a different, inclusive agenda.
One that says
we won't put up with policies
that promote the 1%
and leave the rest of us adrift.

What we need is targeted,
effective action.

Lots of it.
Day in and day out.
Not for four years
or eight years,
but until those of us who marched
in the 60s
are all dead and buried.

Educate yourself on what works now.
Find allies.
Collaborate.
Work hard,
but don't forget to dance
and laugh and play.
You need to recharge your batteries
so you don't lose power.

And remember to follow this
recipe for creating change.



Friday, January 20, 2017

Hippies, Peaceniks and Activists





Access to health care is threatened.
Social Security and Medicare are under attack.

Whether or not you voted for Mr. Trump or not,
these issues affect you or someone you love. . . 
a parent or grandparent, 
a college graduate who hasn't found a job.
Someone with a pre-existing condition who will be
uninsurable, like before "Obamacare."
Like someone who's had a catastrophic health crisis
and has incurred equivalent medical costs
so they've max-ed out their lifetime limit. . . 
which the Affordable Care Act did away with.

You may worry about climate change and the obliteration of species
after species and the climate change deniers who are now holding
the reins of power.

You may be adamant about protecting water,
banning GMO's, taxpayer-funded corporate handouts,
the plight of the homeless.
The dismal state of education.
The cost of college tuition.

You may be non-white, or non-straight, or not native born
and worry your rights will be abridged in this climate
of "us vs. them."

All legitimate concerns
given the rhetoric of the alt-right.
The folks that believe that equality is relative
and might makes right.

For everyone gobsmacked by the election outcome -- 
stop spending your energy ranting.

I'm not telling you to get over it,
I'm saying it's time to get on with it.
Staying stuck in fear and grief
immobilizes you at a time
our country is threatened by inaction
in the face of goings-on that threaten your values.

Pick an issue, educate yourself
 on what actions have positive impact,
 find and mobilize allies,
 and get to work. 

That's how we become the change
 we want to see in the world. 


Yes we can!

Haiku My Heart: Pomegranate




a pomegranate
symbol of fertility
bursting with ripe seeds

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Art Journaling # 7





When I created this piece last night
and wrote
"into every life a little rain must fall"
I was thinking metaphorically.

Little did I know that when I went to the mailbox
this morning to retrieve the books that I'd ordered
I'd be totally soaked from driving rain.

Dripping!
Drenched!

Took a half hour of dryer time 
to correct the situation --
coat and shoes both.

But hey
I still stand by the claim that
Love is the Only Rule.