Showing posts with label worry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label worry. Show all posts

Thursday, September 25, 2008

What to say?

I'm tongue-tied. Word-bound. Fuzz-brained.

World events seem, simultaneously, perilously close and impossibly distant. Palpably meaningful and totally facile. Organic and constructed. 

The audacity with which (almost exclusively) men in suits are playing with lives about which they know next to nothing is both frightening and fascinating. It bears no resemblance to reality yet is reality.

My nature is to believe in authenticity, but I'm finding it only in the worried looks of friends in unguarded moments.

So, I'm "going dark" for a few days. 

I need to let things coagulate. And get some rest. Watch this space. 'Bout a week?

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Tragedy and Travesty


Of course, you've all seen the CNN and Weather Channel footage of Hurricane Ike.  And the coverage of the horrendous train accident in Los Angeles. 

My heart goes out to all those who suffer, and my gratitude is immense that my friends in Houston are safe, even if their homes sustained damage. 

On a micro scale, things aren't much better. One friend has been forced to hospitalize a child, just to make certain that insurance will "kick in" for the residential treatment the child needs. Two other families, both connected with the school system in different districts around the state, have insurance that is so worthless that their health is being compromised.  

And, in the face all this national pain, those who wish to be our leaders continue to smile and lie - so very certain of their position, facts be damned.

I see Sarah Palin, and I am reminded of Reagan - a plastic face with no relation to reality. My biggest fear is that the press and the public will continue to present more and ever more evidence of her unsuitability for any public office, but that none of the evidence will matter. Reagan, once called the "Teflon President," will appear - in retrospect - to have been covered with Velcro instead.

What can we do?  

Tonight I want to throw up my hands. 

But tomorrow I will try to remember that all I can do is live where I live in a way that demonstrates my beliefs. I can walk slowly, think clearly, and speak carefully. 

And I can try to find hope.