Thunder rolled a lonesome hollow. Lightening illuminated the darkest hour. Sleet pinged echoing alerts against my window. A false promise of renewal dusted under snow. The seesawing of Vermont’s fifth season. Unsteady and unreliable…
A sleepless night. Again. Whirling thoughts desperately strived yet failed to find understanding. People voted for this I churned dismayed. The how’s and why’s are as elusive as rest. There is no time to rest…
My head ached against the daily dire disturbances while my heart wept. Caring for one another has been replaced with an emboldened disregard for all that truly matters. Each other. Our country. Prosperity. Compelled to question the decisions being made. Whose benefit is this for?
“Human rights are not things that are put on the table for people to enjoy. These are things you fight for and then you protect.”
― Wangari Maathai
The greening of a new season is in the promise of the struggling daffodils and crocuses. The promise of a democracy is in the hands of the people…
“We the people are the rightful masters of both Congress and the courts, not to overthrow the Constitution but to overthrow the men who pervert the Constitution.”—Abraham Lincoln
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