Is it my age that gives me a slight cringing at the f word?
Which is ironic given how often I use it myself.
It's saying it in writing and sharing it that gives me pause.
I'm getting past it because the message is pertinent.
"What they have actually become is knowledgeable and powerful"...
I am furious at the deception being conducted right before our eyes.
I'm furious at the wickedly clever way its being orchestrated.
I'm heartbroken over those decent people being deceived and misled.
I'm heartbroken over those who have given up paying attention.
I'm frustrated the pushback isn't more vigorous.
I'm frustrated it seems to be all about money and not about spirit and connection.
However
Our recent local elections have given me a thread of hope.
The incredible celebration I witnessed this weekend
at the unveiling of Sowing the Seeds of the Future sculpture
here in our small town added more threads to my tapestry of hope.
I continue to believe in the river of goodness;
flowing quietly and tenaciously.
We will persist...we will pushback...we will speak out.
We will not give up.
Namaste'
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