First, look what came yesterday, a proof for my novel, The Girl on the Pier. The stripe is to make sure I don’t sell it. Everything fit, the spine worked, no unnecessary blank pages. I choose a misty/foggy cover for it is a bit of a mystery. First, why would a customer offer two million dollars for the painting The Girl on the Pier? Second, when he saw it he said, “But that’s not the painting, there is another?”
Now, onto El Bloggo:
“There is more love than hate in the world, but hate gets noticed.”
Have
We Learned from this Pandemic?
I
don’t know. Maybe.
Today
I heard someone say she was tired of commuting, tired of her job, just tired,
and didn’t want to talk to anyone. She just wanted peace and quiet and to crawl
off alone. She said that recently she had spent a lot of time in meditation.
“Did I cause this pandemic?” she asked.
The
answer was, “Yes. Along with all the others who were tired of the way it was.”
Wow,
that hit me like an anvil.
That’s
a pretty out-there statement, but what if that is true? We were tired of the
way it was. Competition wore us out. Long hours at the job were draining us.
Commutes were pushing people to the breaking point. Kids were getting shot at school. We still
had racism and prejudice, and that was after we thought we were smarter than
that. We allowed a wall to begin at our
border. We separated kids from their parents at the border. We were discouraged
and feeling that we weren’t getting anywhere near to what we wanted. We felt
impotent to instigate change when issues such as global warming were staring us
in the face. (Oh yes, global warming
doesn’t exist, say some, or it is a natural earth cycle—well, maybe we ought to
study it.) We are having more wildfires because of dry conditions. Why did the
winter slip past with hardly a cold day? What happened to the snows of
yesteryear? When I was a kid, it was so blooming cold in the Cascades that the
water flowing over Multnomah Falls froze on its way down. and during this time the Columbia River had
chunks of ice the size of Volkswagens.
.
People
like wild-caught salmon, but if the tributaries, the spawning grounds of
salmon, dry up, there will be no fish. We take supplements, fish oil to make us
healthier. No fish, no fish oil. We’ve come to accept such luxuries without
thought of where it comes from. Californians are happy to have the electricity
that the Dams on the Columbia River provide. That river needs input from other
rivers. Other rivers come from snow-melt.
I
wonder if we have learned anything. People are anxious to get back to “Normal”
WHEN NORMAL SUCKED.
And
now they call what’s coming the “New Normal,” insinuating that it means
something not good. That further scares us.
I
have tried to get people out of fear and into possibilities--I don’t know if
I’ve been successful, for the fear mongers have a louder voice. And who am I
anyway? Some little blogger sitting out in the sticks, taking walks in the
forest, and proclaiming that we can create the world of our dreams.
Well, how stupid is that?
I tried to place a 30 sec video here, “Pond Ripples.” This site, however, had different ideas. The video is a moment of calm. The water was so clear, and the reflection so perfect we had to throw pebbles into the water to prove it was wet.
