I don’t live in the United States. I have family there – have dear friends there – was born there – have neighbours / siblings / strangers I care about, there.
What has been going on in that country, particularly lately in Minneapolis with protestors lawfully resisting, ICE agents illegally assaulting and once again, murdering, my emotions are like so many others, raw, reactive, and more, as I try to reflect and recognize that hope still exists, that goodness will overcome.
A black pen found its way into my hand and squiggles and waves and patterns and words began to surface tonight. Living alone, there is no one here with whom I can process it all because I live alone. I found that it felt good to say the words out loud, write the words, spit the words – and realize that tiny fragments of hope and rootedness and faith are there too. They’re few, but they’re there. And I am grateful to see that they are – they exist – they’re there.
So I will hold on to the reality that is deep within me this night. I will hold on to that reality – that hope – for the people of the United States, the people of Iran, the people of Greenland, the people of Ukraine, the people of Palestine, the people of Canada, the people of other parts around the world who are fighting for justice and democracy, for without even a smidgeon of hope, evil wins. It cannot.
If you’re having trouble sleeping, pick up a journal and write your thoughts – squiggle a wiggly line and add some words – talk into a recording device. Let those deep emotions surface for a short moment so they can be acknowledged and no longer have such a strong hold on you.
Drawing this, whatever-it-is, tonight has not been as good as having someone to talk with about it all, but it’s been helpful. It’s one way to get what is deep within me, out, If only for a little bit. And isn’t that part of what resistance is all about? Put the little bits together and change can happen … our own emotional well-being as we try to deal with it all, and the situation itself.
May sleep come this night … to all who live in fear … to those who dread the approaching storms … to all who were present or have watched the videos of today’s murder of a 37 year old American who was defending a young woman tackled to the ground by ICE … and to all who grieve, remembering particularly the family of Alex Jeffrey Pretti. Rest in peace, Alex. May you rest in peace.
A YEAR AGO TODAY I posted this … and today, one year later, it’s not just the United States that faces all of this, but the world.
On this first of the second 1460 days, it is still true. Tragically true. American friends. Canadian friends. Venezuelan friends. Iranian friends. Greenland friends. Friends ….
may courage be yours may courage be ours may courage infill, surround, reign one day at a time
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(originally posted January 20, 2025)
on this first day of 1460 days decisions became law retaliation stood firm guardians of liberty were stifled] rights have been destroyed
courage may you have courage for yourselves, for LGBTQIA2S+ for those facing deportation for clergy who will offer sanctuary for those who fear loss of medical coverage, social security, the constitution
A YEAR AGO TODAY I posted this … and today, one year later, it’s not just the United States that faces all of this, but the world … with all of what was posted a year ago today when DJT took office for the second time on day one of his presidency of the United States.
On this first of the second 1460 days, it is still true. Tragically true. And more so.
American friends. Canadian friends. Venezuelan friends. Iranian friends. Greenland friends.
Friends …. may courage be yours may courage be ours may courage infill, surround, reign one day at a time
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(originally posted January 20, 2025)
on the first day of 1460 days decisions became law retaliation stood firm guardians of liberty were stifled rights have been destroyed
courage may you have courage for yourselves, for LGBTQIA2S+ for those facing deportation for clergy who will offer sanctuary for those who fear loss of medical coverage, social security, the constitution
It’s another day of cold darkness with teary-rain weather in many places. It’s another day of darkness and teary-memories as many remember Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. today, the third Monday in the month of January. But instead of his murder being a sign that things must change, racial slurs, hatred of “the other”, and violence continue.
And God weeps.
Weeping God, how you must ache for your people who face uncertain futures.
How you must ache for those who enter into conversations and political debate with open hearts and minds only to find threats, harassment, and fear leading the discussions and governing decisions.
How you must ache for those whose love of power, love of money and love of self, supersedes commitment to honesty, mercy, compassion, justice and integrity.
Some cry … “How long O Lord, how long? Some whisper … “Let this cup be taken from us.” Some try to remember … the presence of the Holy One even “in the valley of the shadow of death.”
Many feel a kaleidoscopic tumbling of emotions and know not what to do, how to pray, what to say. And as they weep, the Creator weeps.
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Day once said: “Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”
May you continue to rest in peace Martin Luther King Jr, and may your life, witness, and words be a signpost of hope that a day will come when love will drive out hate. Let’s continue to show love … in waves of peaceful protest, steadfast focus on democratic principles, and actions of love – big and small – in our communities, families, and ourselves. Let’s be the light and love that will drive out the darkness.
A friend in Greenland ended her email today with these words: “God help us!” A reply from the United States to a FB post today, ended with these words: “God help us!”
I’ve heard that same cry from friends in the United States … Canada … Ukraine … Palestine … Israel … Uganda .. the Philippines and other parts of the world where I’ve been blessed by friendships that have evolved and flourished over time.
Today, more and more people are fearful — frightened that their country will be absorbed / conquered / bombed by another country … fearing that they might not return home from work, school, the hospital, the grocery store, church/synagogue/temple … terrified that their children will be abandoned/abducted because of ICE agents. More and more people are beginning to be afraid to leave their homes, fearful of even opening the front door.
Countries are asking for help … Reuters reports that Germany, Sweden, the Netherlands, and Canada have begun deploying military personnel to Greenland at the invitation of Denmark. The deployed are fearful that this multinational movement, at this time “a symbolic and strategic show of unity following renewed threats by U.S. President Donald Trump to annex / conquer the territory” will escalate and they may never return home.
“God help us” people write – and pray – whisper. That phrase begs the question – “Is there a God?” And. if there is, “Why isn’t all of the chaos and evil stopped?”
I believe there is a God – not human-like that lives in the sky and dangles strings like a puppeteer making good things happen, bad things go away, but a God/Entity/Creator/Source/By-Whatever-Name, that created the world and humanity, giving human beings free will – to make decisions, to make mistakes, to learn and grow and become the very best person they can be.
I also believe in the existence of evil that can fester through greed and a hunger for power. That belief is tempered by a belief that evil is not as strong as is Goodness which happens each and every day in some way, in some place, through some human being, to some one or ones, directly or indirectly.
I believe in God – a God that works through people … like those who are blogging, protesting, speaking up and out; those who are peacefully resisting, calling their political leaders, helping others get to polling stations; those in positions of leadership (political, economic, media, education, business, etc.) who exercise that leadership from positions of integrity; those helping strangers or neighbours or friends in simple ways, in quiet ways, in gentle ways; those deployed in fragile countries and situations and are doing their jobs in accordance with the vows they took.
I believe that God is at work – through each of us.
And, while as much as I wish the works that continue to show me that God exists through each of us, I also wish they would result in tangible positive outcomes now (!). But, I am mindful that evil exists and that barriers are in place because those in powerful positions seek more money and power – for themselves. And so it takes longer for “God” to be seen working.
I believe it is happening and that we will see the results – – some day – some way – some how.
Do you believe that? If not, can you set semantics and God-language aside, and join in the hope that is in the goodness in some people who are quietly, gently, and sometimes loudly, in-your-face yet still legally “helping” – to make a difference?
History tells me that even in the darkest of times, God exists … through us. I look forward to change happening through God/us and bringing peace in this troubled world.
Laughter — it is SOOOO good for the body and soul. Sadly, there’s not been a lot of that these days. Politics … anger … fear … seem to have taken over.
Our soul needs regular doses of laughter!
When my Dutch-born husband, Hans, was alive, there was a lot of laughter in our home. Hans was a Renaissance man – knowledgeable, well read, great conversationalist, creative, linguist, could fix anything that needed fixing in the house/yard, and more. And his great sense of humour, delightfully contagious laugh and smile still bring a smile to my face as I remember. Today, laughter bubbled out of me when I reread this response to something I posted on social media the year before he died …
I wrote: “India Foxtrot Yankee Oscar Uniform Charlie Alpha November Uniform November Delta Echo Romeo Sierra Tango Alpha November Delta Tango Hotel India Sierra, Charlie Oscar Papa Yankee Alpha November Delta Papa Alpha Sierra Tango Echo Tango Oscar Yankee Oscar Uniform Romeo Sierra Tango Alpha Tango Uniform Sierra. “
And he replied …“Alfa November Delta Whiskey Hotel Alfa Tango India Sierra Tango Hotel India Sierra Alfa Lima Lima Alfa Bravo Oscar Uniform Tango Whiskey Hotel Alfa Tango Alfa Mike India Tango Oscar Charlie Oscar Papa Yankee Alfa November Delta Papa Alfa Sierra Tango Echo.”
I laughed then. And I laughed this morning when I saw this photo, as I remembered our online conversation … and him.
How I wish I had a recording of his voice – and his laugh! But, I don’t. I can “hear” both his voice and laughter in my head and heart, but oh how wonderful it would be to have actual recordings.
So often we think of taking photos of our partner/spouse, children, parents, siblings – at various ages/stages in their lives. I treasure the photos I have. But their voices??? It never crossed my mind to record their voices.
Gratefully, I have voice recordings of my son, but recordings of the voices of my parents, siblings, Hans? Not one. And now, that they’ve all died, I will never hear their voice again.
So, a gentle encouragement to you — if you don’t have recordings of the voice of your loved one(s), get started now. Record them reading to you … let them know what you’re doing and record a conversation … ask them to record a joke or a song or … whatever!
And record their laughter! 🙂 Your soul will thank you.
