Slowly finding my footing again after what feels like a lost week. Our house has been buzzing with well wishers and workmen. New counters are in, as well as new light fixtures. Pictures are hung. Furniture arrives in trickles – a side effect of COVID. I am grateful for all of it.
The meeting was both exciting and a letdown. Exciting because it was my first attempt at a social event in over three years, having been bed bound all that time. A letdown as soon as the participants talked about early morning walks as the best way to spot birds. Mornings were still tough for me, […]
…especially when you dwell in Northern climes. Now, down south, green is all the rage: (A male mallard in a local ditch, and green jays taken along the Rio Valley in Texas. For Bird Weekly challenge.)
caught in the wrong place at the worst of times….that is what your poem says to me. brings back memories of me stranded in an airport after a life changing world event. we can’t hide the colour of our skin like we can our feelings or do people even not try to anymore. hate is such an ugly colour.
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That’s about it. Very uncomfortable
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Wow, this is pretty intense. It’s such a sad shame that our world has come down to being so frightened to step outside without fear is a huge factor. Vey well written.
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This speaks of being trapped in a double bind; fearful and outraged at the same time.
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That’s exactly how I felt, thanks Heather.
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You’re welcome.
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Some days, some lives, some people seem destined to feel–if not truly be–in the wrong place.
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I sure was in this instance.
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My sympathies.
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I’m so sorry you found yourself in that situation. The world has become such a shocking and ugly place. 😢
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Powerful poem that raises an ugly truth of how we are caught in teh dualities we dislike.
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“dualities” is a good term. I’m not sure how to respond when seemingly ‘good’ people utter such blatant hate.
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Yes, integrity demands not stooping, and that’s a tough call given the intensity of feeling, I always feel great that I didn’t cave in, but grieved that I didn’t launch a strike.
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Exactly!
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