Monday, February 23, 2015
This little girl couldn't move them from their relaxation stations, though she tried as she might. Her grandfather waited about as patiently as the birds as the little girl ran back and forth between the birds.
Our World Tuesday
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
This was a morning that showed footwear no mercy. This was a high, high tide. My pants, my shoes, and my mittens took a soaking as I tried to make my way down the beach. This was a small, small price to pay for a beautiful morning that followed a few dark days (which were also beautiful).
Later in the day, I sat in the same place from which I took this photo, and I watched dolphins swim and feed and cavort while one smarty-pants pelican flew by and the willets worked on lunch. "I am sitting here because there is no place else to sit," I thought. Little white birds with very sharp wings dove into the water, seagulls did what seagulls do because they really are the headmasters of the world, and I watched.
I watched and thought of all these big ideas about offshore wind turbines and how these monoliths will affect turtles and marine life generally. And I thought if we need the damned things, at least let's put them onshore so that we are not messing with endangered species and our marine mammal friends. How about we make a conscious decision to deliberately not f*** up something precious?
I thought this because my news app relayed the appalling story of the train cars full of North Dakota crude that are on fire after in West Virginia. Oil interests are not going to do right by the environment. John Boehner calls us anarchists for caring. The poor man does not know what it means to care, and this breaks my heart. He needs to come here and watch a turtle make its way to the ocean. He needs to own that vulnerability. Until then, the anarchists will do it for him.
My mornings are noisy. They come with a news app that reminds me the world needs more caring than anybody knows.
Wednesday, February 04, 2015
In my own world, I can think of students who will show up and do nothing, cheerfully confident the rest of us will pay their way through life because our conscience tells us we must; others who would rather hurt their loves ones than show up and be kind; fools in pickups who tailgate before they pass you by skating along on black ice.
I'm cranky and tired and not at all in love with people who shovel their shit onto everyone else's front porch. Too much meanness. Too much harm. Time to go to sleep to wake up and do some good. Or stay home.
Monday, February 02, 2015
Our World Tuesday