The BLANK of Being


What to say.  What to do.  This is a time of great concern.  For all humankind.  Animalkind.  Waterkind.  Plantkind.  Insectkind.  All kinds.  Be kind.

Hard times.  The coronavirus.  Brings fear.  Brings out the best and worst in people.  The ones who can’t see past their bank accounts and egos, they’re the worst.  They are becoming bolder and harder to digest.  The best ones have always been there and are just now becoming clearer and easier to see.  They are kind.  They are becoming bolder.  In a beautiful way.

Listening to the birds outside, singing, whistling, communicating with each other.  “Hey Joe!  There’s food over here!”  “Hey yourself.  Watch out for the crows!”  “Hey, there’s a pretty little chickee.  Need to fly over there and sing a song.  Ruffle my feathers.  Look strong.”

Mark Twain never said it would be easy.  (What?)  Life goes on.  And on and on and on.  Life can be both long and short, depending on what’s happening in our worlds.  We hover in place waiting to see how long this current predicament will take to pan out.  Watch movies.  Text.  Instagram. Tweet.  Drink.  Eat.  Eating usually helps in time of stress. 

Luckily, I bought some microwave popcorn a couple of weeks ago.  Haven’t had that in a long time.  It was the big economy pack, so I’m set for a while.  I think.  It doesn’t really make me feel good physically, but it sure does bring back memories of sitting in a nice warm, dark theater watching good movies with friends. 

Now at home sitting on a cozy sofa, surrounded with pillows, popcorn, and pets, staring at movies on a TV screen, we need to remember all the good things life has given us, and be easy on ourselves for our f-ups.  We were young.  We meant well.  We needed to gain wisdom.  We’re sorry.

Closing our eyes, we recall places we’ve been that soothed our soul.  We can almost smell the freshness of oceans and forests.  Emotionally embrace the pureness of a baby.  Hear the waves crashing on shore.  Feel the breeze rustling through leaves and across fields.  Laugh at puppies and kittens playing.  Feel happiness.  And that’s what it’s all about.  Being happy.  Because who really knows what will happen next.

I started out to write about comedic antics and fun things, and this is what I got.  It’s like going on vacation and coming back with that tee shirt that reads “I went to Maui and all I got was this stupid shirt.”  But, hey.  This all needed to come out. 

Love your family.  Love your friends, pets, etc.  And love yourself. 

We’ll talk soon.

Next time will be happier. 



The silence is overwhelming.  Yes, people are talking.  Discussing.  Debating.  Voicing their opinions.  But there is a silence in the land, a void of consciousness not in sound but in action.  It’s in the air.  There is hate in the air. 

Crying can be felt as well as heard.  Do you feel it?  Sadness.  Confusion.  Thousands of children, men, and women are crying.  Feelings of loss.  Any mother or father, brother or sister, can sense it and cries inside if not outside.  We still must go to work, shop for groceries, get on with day-to-day activities.  But the sadness of what is becoming somewhat accepted in this land eats at and consumes hearts, minds, and souls.  It is a plague.  Rotten.  To the core.

Turn on the TV.  Watch the news.  Listen to lies.  Watch faces of liars.  Some liars smile like elves, and others wave their arms in the air and say, “Believe me”.  But they’re all liars.  Selfish, soulless, immoral liars.  In their effort to place blame on others, they go against everything that is good and loving.  They try to distract from their own acts.  But these are not children.  They are not hiding cookies stolen from some cookie jar.  They are grown men and women who feel they have power over others, and they intend to use it.  “Who cares if children get hurt.”  That’s what they think as their mouths spew forth words of “It’s not my fault”, or “Arm the teachers”, or “But god says….”.  Liars.  They lecture about being pro-life, and yet happily separate children from their mothers, as they quote from bibles.  Sending thoughts and prayers.  They lecture about being good people, yet they watch as children are murdered on an almost weekly basis in our schools and streets.  And they send their thought and prayers.

The bully sits at the head of the table shaking his fist and calling names.  Grown men cower.  Grown men cower.  Grown men who have been elected to protect the constitution cower and praise the bully.  In front of cameras!  Smiling!

People talk.  On TV it’s one channel against another.  One show praises and defends the wickedness.  If you squint your eyes just so, you can feel, smell, the acrid odors coming through the monitors into your homes.  They revel in the idea of an administration which is overtly putting into motion laws and actions that hurt those who are not in their favor.  And they smile.  This makes them happy.    

Others speak of laws and debate over what can be done.  Their intentions are good.  They care.  They educate.  Their concern is real, and it is felt.  But, it passes quickly as, without realizing it, they bring the bullies back into the room and give them more air time.  More showtime.  It’s part of what keeps the bullies bad and glad.  They are the stars once again.

We need leaders.  Strong leaders who will not wilt and crumble under the loudness of the tyrant.  Let the others do their work behind the scenes to build a cell wall around the bullies, but in the meantime, we need leaders.  I do not want to live in Nazi America.  I see the beginning of concentration camps and it is concerning.  Frightening.  Maddening.  We cannot let this happen.

We need leaders.  Honest, caring, strong leaders.  Martin Luther King, Jr. is gone.  Loved forever.  Never forgotten.  We need someone with his strength.  His dedication.  Man or woman, it makes no difference. 

This feels like the 60s.  Protesting, caring about the planet and all living things.  The changes that came out of that era are with us today. Change didn’t happen overnight, and it wasn’t without struggles, because change takes time.  And hard work.

But how much time do we have now?  The bullies are gathering on the sidelines and amassing strength and weapons.  They light torches.  Scream at and confront people in parks, parking lots and stores, people they don’t know but have decided they just don’t like.  Ugly contorted faces lean out of car windows and try to intimidate.  Then, they praise the bully.  

The Resistance is growing.  I believe the Resistance will cut through the wall of hate that is trying to engulf America.  I believe.  Let’s resist together.  Let’s break the silence.