Hanging on for dear life …

Me. The poster child for looking on the bright side. Positive thinking. Seeing the glass half full. A true believer in everything working out in the end. Me. drowningThat one. That girl. That woman.

Not so much at the moment, though. I’ve got to admit I’m struggling. So much bad news. Everywhere you turn. It’s absolutely unavoidable. We are just in one helluva mess. The whole world. All of us.

So much hatred. So much prejudice. So much anger. So much violence. So much bloodshed. So much death. So much destruction. So much rubble. So much despair. So much unrest. So much imbalance. So much poverty. So much hunger. So much misery. So much suffering. So much fear. So much grief. So many tears. So many scars. So much injustice.

So little hope.

So little respect. For each other. For life. For human rights. For freedom. Maybe even for ourselves.

Such a crisis.

There has to be something we can do. Why aren’t we?

Why aren’t we marching on our Nations’ capitals? Why aren’t we more selective about who we elect? Why don’t we demand more from them? Why don’t we hold

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Day 275. What Gives?

Geez!  Something’s in the air.  And it ain’t pretty.  At least it’s how my day went yesterday.  Tell you the truth, I’m not so sure I want to venture outside today.  If it’s rudeanything like yesterday was, I’d just as soon stay home.  By myself.  Alone with my cats.  With the ringer off on my phone.  No email.  No texting.  No nothing.

Locked in the bathroom.

It started off well enough.

Gorgeous sunny day.  Something like the fourth or fifth in a row.  Nice and warm.  Everyone should be happy, for God sake.

Winter’s barely a memory.

The trees are full of pretty, new green leaves.  No bare branches at all.  Flowers are popping up everywhere.   Continue reading