Or… when the news is too much!
The passing of the iconic Tina Turner tugged at my heart.
The election lunacy was way more than I needed. Even after switching news channels. (Permanently!)
The battles over gun rights/safety/legislation – on the first anniversary of the tragic school shooting in Uvalde, Texas – made me weep. Again.
The banning of Amanda Gorman’s inaugural poem, The Hill We Climb, in a Florida school district was a bridge too far.
I want to bury myself in reruns of The West Wing and eat all 17 bars of Endangered Species 88% cacao chocolate in my pantry.
I want to erase the chapter I wrote for a book full of women’s voices telling deeply personal tales of transformation and hope.
I want to go hug Minnie Mouse.
I want – most of all – to hug my granddaughters.
And that’s where the challenge lives.
You know this… I have 2 granddaughters growing up in this world.
And, so, I am writing these words.
I’ve already filled up my corner of Facebook with thanks to the Sister Senators in South Carolina, speaking out for women’s rights.
I’ve shared a couple of I signed, you can, too… petitions.
I filled out an online survey from Our Revolution that actually asked for my thoughts… not my money.
I phoned a friend for a reality check.
And then I went back to work. Because… I have 2 granddaughters growing up in this world.
That sentence is all my INTENTIONS rolled into one!
Which brings me to a question.
What matters that much to you?
What makes going on and speaking out and signing your name important?
Please don’t say that those things don’t matter!
I totally hear feeling it in the moment…
And, it’s the only way things change.
I don’t know if there’s ever been a time when it mattered this much for people like you and me to show up.
I do know it matters now.
And we don’t have to agree about everything.
We do need to make space for other people to have other ideas.
And we need to insist on leaders who can do the same.
Leaders who can act for real people with real needs… like all of our kids!
So, I’m going to get myself together, and follow Amanda Gorman up The Hill We Climb:
…We are striving to forge our union with purpose.
To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and conditions of man.
And so we lift our gaze, not to what stands between us, but what stands before us.
We close the divide because we know to put our future first, we must first put our differences aside.
We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another.
We seek harm to none and harmony for all.
Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true.
That even as we grieved, we grew.
That even as we hurt, we hoped.
That even as we tired, we tried.
That we’ll forever be tied together, victorious.
Not because we will never again know defeat, but because we will never again sow division...
Amen. Amen. Selah.
ps… the painting is a close up of In the Beginning, a Red Madonna adventure from 2020-ish, who surprises me, still! May we have eyes to see and ears to hear and hope to create a bountiful world for all!
6 comments on “I want to bury my head in the sand!”
Truly over the top bad news day. So I planted seeds. Hope blooms here. I dug in the sacred earth. I loved hard.
Brilliant, dear Frances!!! We need a whole bunch of blooming HOPE <3
thank you for the gift of this Sue.
Thank you, dear Trish, for reading AND hearing! Onward!!!