Tag: humans

  • the horror. dear Mr. Donkey, can you help us, please?

    the horror. dear Mr. Donkey, can you help us, please?

    Right now observing the culture is a very scary thing.

    It seems that we have a nominee (presumptive candidate) that has given permission to anyone who wants, to be the most awful, say anything on their minds self that they can be.  No regard for anyone else, showing how ugly and horrible they are inside exists for them as a pleasure – a release of long held emotions that this man has given them permission to vent and use to further their ends.

    It is an all in angry, fed-up, hope being expressed by these supporters, for someone to get them out of their miserable situations where they have been since whenever, likely due to not getting enough of whatever it was at the time that they thought that they needed it, or felt it was due to them – and refusing to take individual accountability for being in charge of their own lives, who are now stating how victimized that they have been – but how, now, they will take charge and shoot anyone and everyone who is going to threaten them, or take their stuff, or do whatever it is that they think these threats will do.

    They are angry at the “government” for dis-enabling them, but yet, they say they want limited government.  They are angry at people who are of other races for taking things from them (like jobs), yet they wouldn’t take the jobs that a majority of those people of other races hold – mainly, because many of the jobs that these angry people aspire to have are out of their reach due to their own personal shortcomings, for which they will not own or do anything to remedy.

    They want the right to own guns and use them, because they perceive that there is some sort of shadow government force that is going to come haul them off somewhere or take their things, many of which they do not really own, but have bought on credit – so the logic is pretty crazy:  it amounts to non-sense – what would be stolen is the “right to pay off the debt”.  It goes on, and on, and on.

    One can only imagine what they have conjured up in their minds. From what I hear, the imaginations of these people have run wild, or else they have seen and been influenced in their thinking by too many fantasy films with related subject matter.  They are fed daily because they don’t get out of their armchairs, where they sit, developing an unfit mind and body, watching too much news from extreme minded media.  Perhaps they are the children of those who were strong John Birchers in the years, post WWII, raised in a household of conspiracy theories, paranoia, and hate for anyone and anything not like themselves.

    Who knows?

    For one thing, I fervently do not want to have this country taken down by these people.  My state has already been taken.  It is a scary place to live when you are exposed to what can happen if you get on the “wrong-side” of anyone who is staunchly embedded in those aforementioned belief systems.  Refer to my post about my massage experience when the therapist suddenly turned angry on my back.  

    We pray for balance to prevail and we pray for the return of sanity – but the biggest problem that we are facing is that these people think that they are the sane ones, and the rest of us are crazy –therein lies the problem.

    I suppose that we are forced to have to watch this unfold, then watch further as we get onto the showdown in November – that’s when we REALLY have to pray hard for peace (and for taking away the madness of crowds).  The news is pervasive and everywhere unless you cloister yourself in a cave and shut off all media.

    The worry is that this violent trend will continue to escalate and that means that being in the wrong place at the wrong time is more likely for all of us.

    Grant us Peace.  Please.  Before it gets worse.

  • Maybe it is just a process… You know, like life is just a process?  Reflection pools…

    Maybe it is just a process… You know, like life is just a process? Reflection pools…

    Yeah, of course… it’s the memories…

    This was the second Christmas... Good to try to improve the first one...
    This was the second Christmas… Good to try to improve the first one…

    It seems like such a long time ago – and I was… This was representative of hope – I actually have an old VHS of this day – and it snowed, too… which was interesting, because it doesn’t snow that much where we live, in Texas…

    Rob was just over a year old.  I have some other pictures of him – walking and running around like a Wildman that he was – of course a total contrast from 1987, when just a month old he was recovering from surgery and just out of the neo-natal ICU… We weren’t sure of much at the time… not at all.  Scary.  But 1988 was a turnaround improvement.  We thought he actually might stay awhile… And he did.  Almost 18 years total – but we never knew.  Every cold, every sniffle brought some potential for a tumble down.

    We learned to go to battle each time, getting better as we learned, only to know how much we had yet to learn, each time.  The vastness of the giant battle against an enemy that can take many forms.  Christmas was always the hopeful time, no matter what.  We made it that way.

    Rob, as he grew up, always was feisty and sometimes people did not suspect anything – in fact, as he got older, he preferred that people not know… for him, it was better that way, day to day.

    At 1988, Rob moved into “live it to the fullest” mode and never looked back…ever.  This is why Christmas time did represent so much hope to us…

    Looking out... Observing and exploring...
    Looking out… Observing and exploring…

    Now, I have to re-learn how to regard Christmas.  The first year was unbelievably tough.  With every year, it has morphed and the character of my grieving has changed.  It still is preferred to just be low key, but I feel that I am more of an observer, just going through motions.  No, it doesn’t help having friends there while I attempt to decorate the tree – nah.  Not when it took me three martini’s per session the last time I did this, and it took me several “sessions” to “git ‘er done”…  And then, there is the “dismantling”… oh my God in Heaven, please deliver me from having to go through THAT.  I’d rather not.

    So, what to do?  Escape?  Doesn’t really solve the problem, now, does it?  I guess that I will continue to slog through it one year at a time, hoping for hope, hoping that each year I will change my feelings and lift myself up.  One thing is for sure, nobody else can do this for me…  I must do this myself.

    Maybe this will be the year.  Hope floats.

    Up in the air

  • Reflections, Mirrors, Passages…

    Reflections, Mirrors, Passages…

    Every day we take for granted that which is around us, when suddenly, we can have things ripped into a different reality, or just news can make you think hard about what you take for granted.

    I look at my pictures from the past, and what I see in the mirror today, and I think, “how am I different now?”  Besides general aging, are my thoughts changing, bit by bit?  If what has happened to other people happens to me, how will I react or handle the situation?  We are always apt to have anything happen.

    Falling reminds me of this.  I fell inside the boat we were in, fishing, last week, foot slid out from under me when I went for the seat that moved out of my way when I was trying to get out of the way of a fish being caught – lots of action in a short period of time, lots of moving parts, then I went down to a painful conclusion!  And I fell, yesterday, my foot having become tangled in a cord under my chair, in a hurry, then straight down onto my other knee.  This happens fast.  Your body takes over.  Your mind is NOT in charge here.

    This time of year is a cluster of emotion for our family.  Definitely, people have been born, lived, died, and celebrated in this time frame – the harvest – then the celebration of life – holidays… every one, every year, on and on, and the trail of time weaving its life events throughout the labyrinth of occurrences…

    life stream

    It is all a bit of a journey – rivers flow, we flow, and we don’t really stop until we do…  And it can leave you feeling a bit flattened, at times.