Dream deferred?
I've not been posting lately because I have been feeling less than chipper.
I've had a mean case of Holly Golightly's "mean reds." Some of it has to do with personal losses and some does not.
The private losses break my heart, but in a sad way, a you can't beat Death way.
It's the public losses that infuriate me.
Loss of civil liberties, loss of reproductive freedom, loss of lives to a war my country started. When I was in DC recently I felt hopeful at the giant feet of Thomas Jefferson. It was inspiring seeing so many people touring the city, reading the words of our past presidents. Checkered success rate or no, those men could write and they had some truly beautiful thoughts. I'm not seeing many beautiful thoughts lately.
When I was in school we were taught that when we were older we would become voters and government rulers. The world would be ours. I don't like my world lately. It breaks my heart in a this-is-not-my-dream way. And you know, given my lack of political activism, maybe this is the world I deserve.
I intend to change that. Starting today, it's political action time. If I can make time to write creatively, then I can damn well make time to write a letter or two to political representatives letting them know I want the world, and I want it better.