I am awake earlier than I prefer on a Saturday morning due to the storms blowing through the area. The wind gusts are creating limbs to fall on the roof and I worry about the creek rising again. I can already see that I’ll have some fence repair to do later today and that a nap will likely be in order.
I feel like I wake up to a stormy climate every morning now. “What could possibly happen next?” “What hateful action has occurred again?” “Who said what to whom and for the love of God, not another Tweet!” “Why is this happening?” “When will this disgusting hatefulness end?” “When will logic prevail?” These consistent feelings are just about enough to make a person give up all hope for humanity. Then, I have to Google “What is feckless” to keep up with the news. The word means lacking strength of character. So, I sit at my desk and smile at the irony of feeling frustrated with the lack of strength of character with so very many of the leaders in our midst today. Leaders that we knew behaved badly, but we (by voting or not voting) put them in charge and crossed our fingers that everything would be alright. Then there are the people in the public eye that we put on a pedestal and hold to a higher standard because they entertain us in some way. When they get caught making mistakes or revealing their true shitty character, people are upset and disappointed.
Now I sit drinking my green tea with honey, listening to the cats play and the thunder roar, pondering life and feeling grateful. As the Earth rotates once again to show us the morning sun, love is still fighting its way through the hate in ways that are plain to see and ways that we need to try harder to see. Be kind. Love your dang neighbor. Write more poetry. Color with crayons. Dance longer. Sing louder. Pray harder. Do better. #profoundshiz