still

It’s not that I’m without opinions. 

When did you ever know that to be the case?

I read news on line;

I watch documentaries on demand;

I see my news feed on social media flooded in equal measure 

with all manner of indignities and outrage – 

alongside babies, 

puppies and 

the dreaded cat videos.

I look around and see what a mess this world is 

and I feel that I should weigh in

Death penalty = bad.

I would refuse to serve on a jury where that is an option 

and I’m glad a Georgia death row prisoner
found God and redemption 

through Theological studies while waiting to die… 

but I can’t help wondering who her husband 

(the one she orchestrated having whacked) 

might have evolved into if he’d been given the same gifts 

of a free education,

 time for prayer and reflection 

and continued life.

The Oscars – meh… 

Delighted Eddie Redmayne won for his portrayal of Steven Hawking. 

Despite all the talk about Michael Keaton winning for Birdman, 

in my mind,
 there was NO comparison. 

A man trapped in his own body 

who continued to believe in love
and transcendent hope of the human spirit 

vs 

a man trapped in his own role and ego 

who descends into madness and despair… 

like I said – 

no contest.

Kim Kardashian as a platinum blonde? 

No… just no. 

Any Kardashian - for any reason -
no, just no.

Can’t even begin to describe how disturbing I find ALL the politicos - 

in both parties - 

being mentioned as Presidential candidates –

especially when I think we deserve at least another years reprieve 

before that crazy train pulls into the station. 

My heart is on Elizabeth Warren

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My Camino Zen continues to inform me 

that all the strum and dirge amounts to nothing.

Ranting and raving accomplishes 

only the raising of my blood pressure.

So I go to work, 

get a teeny bit more comfortable with all the new things expected of me 

with each passing day; 

see family and friends, 

read 

play with my camera,

and create with paint.

Not exactly the stuff of great blogs… 

which is why I’ve gone quiet.

I’m not sure when ambition, passion or fervor 

will sift their way back into my being, 

but I’m content, especially during Lent,
to live a more introspective life.

Peace, my friends