Friday, July 1, 2016

Future Shock

Is anyone else out there feeling shell shocked?

There’s just SO much to respond and react to …
I no sooner had written those sentences than I heard an NPR report
on the death of futurist, Alvin Toffler.
His book, Future Shock, published in 1970,
coined the term he used as the title
 as a psychological state of individuals and entire societies.
The shortest definition for the term is
"a personal perception of too much change in too short a period of time".
He predicted that when we reached that point on a massive scale,
individuals, as well as societies, would go a bit crazy.

Frankly, I think he nailed it!

The mass murder in Orlando,
bombs going off in Istanbul,
BREXIT and complete chaos in the British government
(that I fear is, sadly, just a portent of what’s to come in this country) -

and may I just ask -
what’s up with the hairdos of the rousers of rabble on both sides of the pond?
 Is disordered hair an indication of disordered thinking?
Or is it just that too much bleach has seeped into their brains.

I think both these guys are case studies in how much easier it is
to tear things apart
 than build them up and keep them together.
Neither one of them seems to have an actual plan for how to govern -
they're just interested in self promoting
and being 'against' whatever exists now.
Although clearly whatever exists now
is working out a whole lot better for them
than it is for most of us!

I think it’s telling
(of what I don’t know except maybe that
stupidity isn’t exclusively the purview of Americans) –
but the most Googled questions in Britain –
 the day after the Brexit vote –
were “what countries are in the EU”
and” how will Britain leaving the EU impact the country”?
 The day after you vote!!
WTH!
It doesn’t occur to you to educate yourself BEFORE casting your vote.
(As if ‘Googling’ is a substitute for an actual knowledge base and critical thinking!)

 Don’t even get me started on the complete failure of the education systems -
in both countries apparently -
to teach reasoning, sequential thought, and history!
Oy vey!

As if that isn't bad enough,
we have the conventions coming up.
Even thinking about what will be on the airwaves later this summer
is enough to induce gagging.

It’s predicted to be the Trump Family reality show.
 All of his children speaking at different times -
because no one in their right mind wants to share a stage with him.
Not that I think anyone in the Republican Party nowadays is in their right mind these days.

BTW, does his wife even speak English?
Has he not programmed Stepford wife to speak in whole sentences yet
or is it just that her heavily accented 'foreign' voice is the wrong visual
to have while he spews hate about immigrants?
(OK, so it s not a visual, its an auditory, but you know what I mean!)

Don't get me wrong ...
the Dems convention won't be much better.

While I DO think the whole Benghazi investigation was politically motivated
and an outrageous waste of tax dollars and time
when Congress could have been,
 oh I don’t know, actually GOVERNING,
there’s been too much ‘where there’s smoke, there’s fire “with Ms Hillary
for my taste.
You can just bet that IF there had been anything to charge her with though
she’d be wearing an orange jumpsuit instead of a pants suit by now.
It’s just, how many times can you or your husband be linked to some sleazy
or ‘just this side of the law’ occurrence
before you figure out there may be more than a teeny problem with truth and honesty?

And Bills latest debacle about meeting with the Attorney General?
I don't care if you were talking about your grand-kids, vacations and the weather,
what about the appearance of impropriety
and incredibly poor judgement do you not get?

Does anyone else wonder if he's deliberately trying to undermine her campaign?
After all his hound dogging around and her standing by him,
I'm sure she has him by the short hairs...
this might be payback.
Just sayin'.

 Then there’s Bernie…
another WTH.

He doesn’t give a rats ass about the Democratic party;
it is, after all, the first time he’s ever run as one.
And there's no denying it was a good run
but come on,
talk about staying too long at the party.
 
He’s like the gum wad you get on the bottom of your shoe;
you think it’s gone
but you can’t really ever scrape it all off.

And to add insult to injury,
the FDA is weighing in that eating raw cookie dough is bad for you.
 
Not that we haven't heard it all before  ...

Truth be told,
it's not going to change my mind
or my eating practices.

If anyone gives me a hard time,
I'm just going to tell them
I've started a raw food diet!
That's supposed to be good for you, right?

It's all just too much!

That's why a road trip is called for ...
time in the country,
away from the radio, TV and any other form of social media.
 Just me, my camera and hours of unfettered time.

Stay tuned!

Saturday, June 25, 2016

Weekend

My guest room is getting a work out - and I love it!
~~~~~~~~
I decided if I was going to be flying more often 
to see a son who insists on living half a continent away, 
then I'd better get with the program - 
and register with the TSA for expedited check in.
No more standing in long lines for me!
And it only took 10 minutes - and $85.00.
Such a bargain.
~~~~~~~~
I've been very busy this weekend
giving thanks for "everything in between" ...
a dear friend is retiring
and leaving town (leaving the country actually)
 after being an integral part of our church for 7 years.
 
 I don't know about any of you
but, for me,
saying Goodbye never gets any easier;
practice does NOT make perfect;
if anything, it gets harder ...
because the more "goodbyes" you rack up,
the more you realize the finality of them.

It hurts
and, at the risk of getting
maudlin and whiny
like I'm the only one who's experienced it,
I'm sick of losing people who are important to me.
The potential for tears comes with every beautiful experience ...
I always fool myself otherwise.
Knew I should have bought stock in this company 
when I had the chance!



Monday, June 20, 2016

I'm back ...

well, my body is.
A part of my heart is always left back on the prairie.

While my thoughts percolate a bit more
and the words either simmer down 
or bubble up,
I'll give you more glimpses of where I've been 
for the past week,
for the past 20 + years.
 

 

 There's mystery there ...
and ancient silent beauty
 that seems to go on forever.


 It calls to some of us 
to go exploring -
both inside and out -
and that's hard to come back from.

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Quick scenes from South Dakota

From sunrise to capturing lightening at night ...
having a wonderful time!

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Is it time yet?

 Let me know when it does.
Seems like it's taking for ever!

Words escape me
for everything that bothers me
on any particular day! 

Yet, some cartoons sum it up.
~~~~~~~~
But I refuse to give the irritants 
anymore real estate in my head
so
I'm focusing on enjoying 
all summer has to offer -
 

 
 'cause you can never have too many 
cherries,
tie dyed socks
or origami peace cranes.

There were also glimpses of life in Northern CA
 
 which inspired the scheduling of another visit there
while supporting artists here 
at another art fair...

 with the purchase of images from a photographer in South Dakota
 that spoke directly to my heart.
 
 and a painting that reminds me of countless road trips.
Sorry about the glare.
It will look better on my wall, I promise!

Speaking of road trips,
I hope to get it hung - 
as soon as I get home from Mission trip;
it's back to Rosebud later this week,
 and I can't wait.
Maybe I'll have a different perspective when I get back...
at least, I'll have different pictures.
Take care 'til then!

If you're interested, you can follow along
here for the week -
or wait for me to come back!

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Long weekend of R&R

I can't remember the last time I had a long weekend 
of doing nothing ...

Well, OK,
there was gardening,
daydreaming about baby things,
and wandering about an Alternative Art Fair.

There might have been a purchase 
for the 'dress up box'
and for myself.
 
There definitely were meals shared with friends, 
reminders,
smiles
 
 
 and more reminders.
And right in the middle of it all
was an introduction to a new (for me) writer,
Brian Doyle,
and the perfect prayer
that gave voice to where I am.

Desperate Prayer for Patience with Politicians with Excellent Suits and Shoes and Meticulous Hair and Gobs of Television Makeup Who Have Utterly Forgotten That Their Jobs Are Finally About Feeding and Clothing and Protecting and Schooling Children. 

They are driving me stark muttering bubbling insane. They are nattering and preening. They are dissembling and speechifying. They are evading the questions and mouthing empty slogans. They are attacking straw men of their own devising and calculating market share. Their words are wind and dust and meanwhile children starve and are raped and have no beds and teachers and doctors. They say they will do things and they do not do those things. They appeal to the worst in us so as to be able to make money. They send children to war though they have never been to war and do not know the savagery of what they are sending children to do. They abuse their power and sneer at the poor and condescend to the elderly and lie about their motivations and their biographies. They would happily soil every lake and river and pond and creek and rivulet with every imaginable searing death-dealing chemical there is if there was money in it for them. They would foul every square meter of air with choking smoke and ash if there was enough money in it for them. They do not care about our children and our children's children. They pose for photo opportunities on the way to church but they do not feed the hungry and clothe the naked and house the homeless and slake the thirst of those who are desperate. Dear sweet Lord, give me the patience to be reasonable and call them calmly to account. Give them the startle of guilt and the ripple of shame. Make sore their consciences and shiver their arrogance so that they may puncture it themselves and so begin to achieve humility and be of actual honest genuine service to the least among us. 
This we pray trying not to snarl overmuch.
And so, amen.

This author discovery,
and the delight of it,
led to hours of reading

and then a nap.
It was lovely.