Just about two years ago in 2016 BTA (Before the age of Trump), we found ourselves in Kyoto on Election Day. Anxious about the outcome of the election and not quite knowing what to do with ourselves, we headed for a museum for some much needed distraction, while waiting out news of the returns. While … Continue reading BTA (Before the Age of Trump)
All is not right. I am asked frequently, as are most of us in our daily interactions, How are you? I'm very well, I respond. As you may be too. But the truth is the planet I am part of is not well. Not at all well. Its symptoms of illness have become obvious this … Continue reading Our Earth is Not Well
Watching the take-over of our country by the politicians currently in power is a bit like watching someone you've known and respected all your life suddenly become stinking drunk, unrecognizable and out of control.tchi You might watch in disbelief. You might leave the room. Both are choices. There's a litany of words written daily … Continue reading Guess who? inexperienced, bombastic, moron, #@%*#@g moron, impulsive, mentally ill, narcissist, bully, undignified, etc.
My own awareness of racism in America and within myself awakened very slowly. I still harbour some shame about that unconsciousness and unconcern that existed within me. Current times bring that personal history all to the fore and require not only national re-examination but personal soul searching as well. The city I grew up in … Continue reading Unconscious White Girl
I've become an observer. A person who is witnessing what she once believed was unimaginable in her country of birth. A person whose eyes and ears are open, but whose feet are frozen to the ground. A person whose ears listen in disbelief to distortions and lies; whose eyes are repelled by the sights she … Continue reading Today I Wept
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