Already this morning at the bird feeder - cardinals, blue jays, chickadees, red-winged blackbirds, doves, red-bellied woodpecker, and countless little sparrows or snow-hoppers, as my mother used to say.
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Monday, January 23, 2012
Morning in a new year. Any thoughts about more frequent posts are way overdue by now. January 23 - already?? After Christmas is the season of regrets and hibernation. Too much lingers on my brain and my hips, and right now I'm thinking TMI.
2012 and the elections to see who will be the presidential spokes-model. I have little hope that we will actually have a President - as in statesman after this insane debacle. I'm already depressed over the endless talk and the willingness of the candidates to prostitute themselves to whatever their present audience wants to hear. Ten more months of this, and we are just getting started?
I'm declaring a moratorium. I'm not listening to, watching or reading the news for the next few days. I need to clear my head because I find myself waking up with a sense of dread about our country, our future, and the world in general.
I don't like to wake up with a sense of dread. I like to wake up with a sense of wonder. I think the constant barrage of bad news and conflict is anathema to waking up in wonder.
I'm imposing quiet upon myself and my home. I'm going back to bird watching and listening to the sounds of rain and wind and, dare I say, snow? Let's throw in some ocean for excellent measure. Let the talking bobble heads spew their verbal diarrhea. I'm going to be listening for the sound of the mourning dove. It's been too long drowned out by the endless noise.
2012 and the elections to see who will be the presidential spokes-model. I have little hope that we will actually have a President - as in statesman after this insane debacle. I'm already depressed over the endless talk and the willingness of the candidates to prostitute themselves to whatever their present audience wants to hear. Ten more months of this, and we are just getting started?
I'm declaring a moratorium. I'm not listening to, watching or reading the news for the next few days. I need to clear my head because I find myself waking up with a sense of dread about our country, our future, and the world in general.
I don't like to wake up with a sense of dread. I like to wake up with a sense of wonder. I think the constant barrage of bad news and conflict is anathema to waking up in wonder.
I'm imposing quiet upon myself and my home. I'm going back to bird watching and listening to the sounds of rain and wind and, dare I say, snow? Let's throw in some ocean for excellent measure. Let the talking bobble heads spew their verbal diarrhea. I'm going to be listening for the sound of the mourning dove. It's been too long drowned out by the endless noise.
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