Yes, we got like 4 inches of snow yesterday and this picture should appear to be a mismatch for a February day.
Sometimes things are not quite what they seem. By that, I mean the obvious. Butterflies often represent an opening, a new beginning, something different than what perhaps preceded it. Often, it will represent a rebirth. Sometimes with religious significance but other times a person can take ahold of their life and find who they are - and perhaps have been all along but didn't realize it. With that realization can come change. The butterfly was once a goofy caterpillar. But that was then and this is now. Even as a caterpillar no one knew it. At some point, deep down inside, one can realize that they were always going to be a butterfly in spite of what anyone thought or said.
What good is it to write words that do not feel.
Words must reach out and touch you.
Touch your flesh, your nape, your lips.
Ruffle through your hair.
Fingers across a cheek, a nipple, around an areola over bumps.
Slither down the middle of the back, touch the wrinkles of foreskin,
brush the goosebumps on an arm. If you don't feel the words, what good are they anyway?
So what I saw this weekend was a whole lot of social energy. It was quiet in one sense and organized, but it spoke loudly.
I've heard some suggest that there was no central message but I beg to differ. At it's core the message is that we are many and we are united and there is a lot the we can come to together and agree upon. There is a notion that anger and the hate that this nation has endured this past say 18 months is not really who we are, but a tiny portion and they do not reflect the America that we love and believe in.
So, can anything good come of this? It already has. We have demonstrated that we are unified and have massive numbers. That we support the rights and liberties afforded us under the constitution and that it is not just my right that i'm concerned about, but my neighbor and co-worker, and people in other communities and of every color and religion and gender or gender identity.
This weekend may do noting more as far as Trump is concerned than get under his sensitive skin and tug at his precious ego. But that is a big thing because it dictates everything he cares and talks about. But where Congress is concerned, the march this weekend was a shot across the bow. It is a reminder that we are watching. That we care about ACA, about Women's Rights, about domestic violence, about safety in our communities from gun violence, about religious freedom and how immigrants are treated. We care when people in power bully and abuse their power. We are well aware the mid-term elections are around the corner and there are consequences for this Congress and this president - all of the same party. They will not be able to hide.
There was a lot of hope and promise in those all around this nation marching in unison. It was a good thing. It was actually a great thing!
Things that are on my mind....
the high anxiety of the populous
arrogance on a flagpole
self-effacement at half mast
losing it – slipping through the fingers – immigrants dropping from high places
Michael Allyn Wells - notes & musings