( I just love Crocus blooms ! )
As I take time to read posts submitted at other blogs - something is becoming quite clear to me. Good people are really struggling right now.
Most of us in the country have had quite an extraordinary winter season - quick to impact many of us with a sense of heaviness. The economic and social upheaval that has turned our country upside down does not help - to say the very least.
( Coneflower ' Red Sunset ' is waking up, again ! )
Somehow - I’m beginning to feel that we’re all seeing a completely different vision of ‘ Change ‘ in our country than what we all had in mind. I know that for myself - what’s going on feels like that change has gone way far into the opposite direction from what I was led to believe our President - Barack Obama - meant during his campaign.
And it’s impossible to blame him - alone. All in all - one cannot help feeling that our entire government body has transformed into a very concentrated source of self-centered motivation.
( A yellow Crocus bloom about to open ! )
When you have so many people from all over the country making some of the very same comments as one another - one cannot claim that all those people doused by the impact are wrong.
( Our Daffodils are popping through the ground ! )
As I always say - “ It is what it is. And if ya’ want it sugar-coated… Go to Dunkin’ Donuts ! “
In this case - that would be something I’d love to shove in the minds of our government - face to face. Close enough that my compassion and ability to speak the words out would clash enough to bring on one of those unexpected - “ Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to spit on you. “ - moments toning that same empty appeasement that we all receive from our leadership in this nation.
One of the phrases I’m not hearing during this go-round really surprises me. Is it just me - or - is the media downright avoiding labeling this mess dividing our country into the two groups of “ The Haves and The Have Nots ? “
( Our Red Dogwood is loaded with buds for this year ! )
All my life has been spent in a fight to survive. And all my life - I have always chosen to dig as deeply as it takes - until I find something good - in even the worst case scenarios. My sanity depended on it. Turning 50 years old gave me the reward I’d earned by doing that.
( The Tulips are breaking ground ! )
You learn how to weed your pastures at certain periods of time in your life - especially after you turn 50 years old. And you reach a point where you just no longer feel any need to worry - or care - anymore - about speaking truth that might piss off mean - ugly - bad people.
( The Thornless Navaho Blackberries are begging to bud out ! )
Nobody has room for somebody else’s intentions and attempts of bestowing malice upon their plate - especially when that plate is already crammed with the challenges of survival during an economic melt-down.
And so you weed your pastures - and you begin tilling them with other good people - to share a harvest to come as you all work together - helping each other get through Hell on Earth.
( My Candytuft is beginning to pop ! )
This is what I was thinking about while I shot all these photos yesterday.