I should post a blog, but my mind is a muddle. I can't settle on a topic.
It's 4:00 and almost dark, 43° and spitting rain. I took my camera with me to the mail box just now, hoping for some inspiration.
I have been doing lots of political reading lately, editorials and articles from our Seattle Times, opinion pieces from the New York Times, which come to me via email, and links from Facebook supplied by friends or MSNBC. Most, but not all, are progressive or moderate voices. Some are not. Reading various perspectives keeps me informed. Reading comments from right wing sites keeps me concerned. So much hatred being spewed.
There is still beauty to be found amidst the decay. There is still light in the darkness.
But the dark is very dark - terrorism leading to fear mongering and xenophobia. Today it's Islamophobia, as if every Muslim is our enemy. Before Friday the 13th, it was anti-knowledge, with presidential candidates making up their own reality.
Yes, I watched the last Republican Debate, and on Saturday I watched the Democratic Debate. I care about this stuff, and I care about the truth. There seems to be a dirth of truth among some Republican candidates: pyramids as grain storage, a 3 page tax code, sending 11,000,000 illegals home to Mexico, slashing taxes and increasing military spending? Really?
On Saturday I also stood in the rain for two kid's soccer matches. I care about my grand kids too.
They are the beauty amidst the decay, the life against the dying.
And I care what kind of a world they will live in.
Some would say to me "Quit watching this stuff, stop reading those commentaries and comments, turn your head away", but I have a need to know, and if truth be told, I relish the intellectual stimulation this dialogue gives me. And I care what kind of world we live in.
Something else I did on Saturday was to make soup, hot, comforting turkey soup, made from the remains of that little pre-Thanksgiving dinner we shared on Wednesday. There were left overs for dinner on Sunday as we settled in to watch the Seahawks come from behind, only to lose it in the end. Football fans suffer, but at least it's not life or death suffering.
There will be more soup tonight, the end of the batch, and just the thing for this dark and drippy night.
Yes, my mind is a muddle, but it's a good muddle, and I'll keep myself occupied sorting it out.