A dark, chilly day following a day and night of rain. It is a great day to plant bushes!
We’ve been hunkered in, still working and doing what we can to support friends and family. I’m committed to be of use, but given I am still dealing with fatigue, I cannot do as much as I would like.
I keep have the strange experience of waking up and imagining we are living in 1840. I can see why my dad’s family took the position that while much had changed, nothing had changed. Indeed, governments seem determined to use the current crisis to disenfranchise as many people as possible. Here in Massachusetts the Federal government seems hell bent on destroying the Waponaog nation, apparently to benefit a Republican donor.
At the same time, many people are practicing kindness and generosity. The contrast between politicians promoting hatred of minorities, including Natives and other persons of color, and those of us with disabilities, and that many people showing compassion and valor is enormous. So we muddle on, half the population seemingly incapable of seeing the evil that the government is doing, a small proportion even applauding it.
For those of us who were taught that the Creator holds everyone as sacred, the world is indeed a strange and disquieting place. It seems filled with echos of plagues and genocides recently passed or ongoing.
As I wiriness the inability of so many to feel and hear the echos I am left speechless.