Seventy Eight Days

The world feels small. Not so much to the tiny creatures that inhabit it;

they are oblivious to our reality.

It is hard enough for them to live in the reality we have created for them – like the unprecedented heat wave that grips the west right now.

But for humans; our world has diminished. As the pandemic expanded, we all became more isolated. Our view narrowed, our differences widened, and our resilience has been tested.

Some of us are resigned to the times. Others resist, setting us back further.

Once, there was a time when adversity would bind us; we would weather storms together. Or am I misremembering? It seems so long ago.

“We’re all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.”
~ Rudyard Kipling, The Light That Failed

When it comes to the pandemic, there is nothing for me to do but buckle down, ride it out, and make the best of a terrible situation.

On other fronts, it is time to go to battle and stand up for the things I hold dear.

There is a second storm brewing. One for truth and justice and humanity…a fight for the soul of our nation.

78 days. Less actually – to ensure that our voices are heard and counted.

It is an eternity, and a blink of the eye. And finally, an opportunity to come together and set something right.

“We don’t heal in isolation, but in community.”
― S. Kelley Harrell, Gift of the Dreamtime

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Ogee

I am a nascent gardener, rescuer, and photographer, chronicling the journey of the dogs at Homeward Bound Golden Retriever Rescue and Sanctuary near Sacramento, CA - and the Memorial Garden we have devoted to them.

8 thoughts on “Seventy Eight Days”

  1. But the chubby hopeful dictator to be is doing all he, ad his minions can, to ensure that mail in votes do not get counted. This is enough to tell us all that this country is in danger of becoming another Belarus.

  2. Amen. Paws crossed and double crossed that we can change the leadership of the country, and the terrible direction it is headed right now. So scary. And I love the fourth photo of the bird sitting on the limb. Gorgeous.

  3. So much angst, so much at stake. Thank you for being you in the world.

    That dragonfly shot is amazing, and I will never tire of the hummingbirds. They visit our deck and let it be known that the feeder is getting low. They start to feel like part of the family.

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