I woke fifteen minutes ago from a horrible dream. Between crawling from the feathers and shuffling to make coffee, the facts of the dream are nearly gone.
The bits I remember: I was living in a country where I had to make horrible life-threatening choices. Do I protect the little dark-haired girl with the gold star on her sleeve? If I do will I die?
What remains in the part of my brain where the dream was only minutes ago is a visceral fear. A fear of what our country may be becoming. Somehow, in my sleep, my brain began to chatter about the grim realities here.
I’m astonished by my fear. As a rule, I’m a smiling (head in the sand) optimist.
School kids are marching out of classes to demand our NRA controlled government make changes in gun laws.
Our leader, the man in the Oval, states, “There were good people on BOTH sides” following a Nazi-led demonstration that ended with horrible violence.
He bullies, name calls, and is ugly and divisive. He calls on Americans to embrace their amoral ignoble selves.
Change needs to happen, and soon. Children should feel safe in their classrooms. Decorum should prevail in the Oval Office. Kindness matters.
I’ve been pounding the keys creating and deleting sentences for the last five minutes. The coffee is thank goodness, beginning to kick in. I’ve got to find the “and that’s good because…” regarding these things.
Okay, Alice. You can do this.
The part about the students marching out is easy. And that’s good because this uprising may actually move Americans toward insisting gun laws change.
As for the “and that’s good because” about the tyrant in the Oval? I’m working on that part. If any of my gentle readers can help me out I’d appreciate it. There may be readers who think he’s good for Americans. If so, please don’t chime in. Go read some other blog.
Now, more coffee and back to my sewing machine. My mind seeks tranquility.