I feel you and grieve with you, Petalia. Had seen that news earlier in the week as connected to the impact on global jet streams.
I read articles such as these and then turn to gaze out my window. My line of sight is pretty limited right now, as we are still under a blanket of haze from the fires to the south and east of us. My heart has been breaking for my little crow, jay, and squirrel friends, and all the helpless wee ones who have no inside to get to (as well as humans, field workers, migrant workers).
I've been vacillating between despair and resignation, with a sprinkling of, not hope, but something akin to determination. A feeling of relinquishing the desire to "fix" or hope for us to return to what we were, and instead looking for ways I can heal and nurture myself and what other beings I can around me.
My people have been hated, persecuted and killed for thousands of years. I think about my ancestors at this time. How did they continue when everything was as dark and hopeless to them as it is to me now? What is the best way we can help each other - even if helping one another isn't necessarily survival?
And to ALFBUNDY. Gentle hugs to you. I feel the same rage toward the deniers and mean, hateful people as you do. I also try to be - not forgiving - but compassionate. The conservative machine has done decades of work to cultivate supporters through a combination of driving messaging and lack of education. I heard a snippet of 45 yesterday (I try to avoid if possible) and found myself amazed yet again that he was arguing that he was doing his best to protect people by "not alarming them." Goes against all logic, and yet I see it working. I can hear how reasonable it sounds to those who don't have the training or culture that helps them to think critically.
Thanks for letting me ramble, my dear hearts.
I read articles such as these and then turn to gaze out my window. My line of sight is pretty limited right now, as we are still under a blanket of haze from the fires to the south and east of us. My heart has been breaking for my little crow, jay, and squirrel friends, and all the helpless wee ones who have no inside to get to (as well as humans, field workers, migrant workers).
I've been vacillating between despair and resignation, with a sprinkling of, not hope, but something akin to determination. A feeling of relinquishing the desire to "fix" or hope for us to return to what we were, and instead looking for ways I can heal and nurture myself and what other beings I can around me.
My people have been hated, persecuted and killed for thousands of years. I think about my ancestors at this time. How did they continue when everything was as dark and hopeless to them as it is to me now? What is the best way we can help each other - even if helping one another isn't necessarily survival?
And to ALFBUNDY. Gentle hugs to you. I feel the same rage toward the deniers and mean, hateful people as you do. I also try to be - not forgiving - but compassionate. The conservative machine has done decades of work to cultivate supporters through a combination of driving messaging and lack of education. I heard a snippet of 45 yesterday (I try to avoid if possible) and found myself amazed yet again that he was arguing that he was doing his best to protect people by "not alarming them." Goes against all logic, and yet I see it working. I can hear how reasonable it sounds to those who don't have the training or culture that helps them to think critically.
Thanks for letting me ramble, my dear hearts.
--Night
"Letting leaves fall creates space for new beginnings"
-- At the Well Project
"Letting leaves fall creates space for new beginnings"
-- At the Well Project
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