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stoke up. [kerri’s blog on flawed wednesday]

the outside world got really quiet. the snow fell most of the afternoon and into early evening. we decided to go nowhere, immersed in the horrific news of the day. it was saturday, the last day of february.

i suppose we could have gone out – there were errands to be done. i suppose we could have gone somewhere to entertain ourselves or be entertained. i suppose we could have tipped a glass at some bistro or bar, shared a meal together, people-watched.

but this morning had brought us the overnight news of a new war conflict and – as we tried to process this new insanity – while others posted patriotic country songs clearly in favor of this pedo-files-distraction/this follow-the-corrupt-money-trail/this what-the-hell-is-this-anyway – we just weren’t up to leaving our home.

i suppose that (at least some) of mother nature will go on after we humans have utterly destroyed this planet, after we have made it impossible to live with each other, after every safety has been discarded and the world has become literally toxic in every single way.

i suppose that it may still snow. there may still be quiet days, when there is a hush outside. there may still be sun. there may still be stars. all that is likely. it will be our loss.

this morning – as i write this – the sun is in my eyes. it is bathing the quilt in light and i can’t look out the window – it is full of bright.

i can hear the birds outside. they are at the birdfeeder, on barney, feasting on birdseed and sunflower seeds. they are at the birdbath, cleaned and filled with water. everything else is still quiet, as it is early.

i’m thinking it doesn’t hurt to stoke up on these things – these sights, these sounds. it doesn’t hurt to hold them close or store them away.

because right now the future seems utterly uncertain.

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masquerade. [kerri’s blog on two artists tuesday]

it may have been the moon, save for the blue sky behind it, slight bits visible as the cloud cover momentarily parted. it may have been the moon had it been dark, had those tiny bits not been visible, had the glimmers of yellow not diffused through clouds. it may have been the moon, particularly if we had no other information at all, no other clues, nothing else to locate us. in that way we may have confused the moon with the sun.

but this celestial body had other dimensions, other hints pointing to its identity.

the sun was not posing at the moon. it was us – we were simply unclear – and we were reading this particular sun as very similar to the moon as we have seen it in the day sky. its ability to masquerade as the moon is particularly present on winter days, on days of overcast, days where the sun’s disc has a moody feel, on photographs not stamped with the time of day.

it would be far more difficult for the moon to pose as the sun.

a long time ago my daughter and i went to a country music jamboree on the other side of the state. my girl was maybe in early high school years. in the morning – before the sun rose – we drove across the state to go hear some of our favorite country artists – many of whom hadn’t yet made it big-time, but who were poised to headline charts everywhere. on the way we somehow decided that we would speak – the whole time at the jamboree – with southern accents, pretending to be from nashville.

and so we did. everywhere we went that day, everyone we spoke to, every word we spoke to each other, every lyric we sang was smoothly finessed with a slow southern drawl. we were mighty convincing. on the way home we laughed at our masquerades as southern girls up from the south to go to the jamboree in wisconsin. great fun and with no harm done. to be fair – it was a country music concert and we were merely attendees.

but, now, we are seeing – time and time again – people in positions of great power – the greatest power – with zero to pathetically few qualifications – masquerading in job titles in which they are making enormous decisions affecting the entire united states populace. it is a total, unparalleled farce of the system, dangerous beyond comprehension.

the saddest part is that there are plenty of people playing along with this charade. there are plenty of people who are cheering for it, supporting it, touting it on biased and lying media channels. there are plenty of people not questioning, not pushing back, not at all tuned into any sense of morality.

it should not be easy for the leaders of this country – with laws based on the constitution and its amendments – to pretend to be capable, to take uncaring power and run with it, to discard conscience, to masquerade as leaders, to lead with impunity.

it should not be easy for anyone to pretend to be the moon or – for that matter – the sun. we have more information than that, more clues. we have ways to locate posers.

now we must hold them accountable.

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the merit of munchos. [kerri’s blog on merely-a-thought monday]

so we are in the habit of celebrating. not just the big stuff.

particularly in this time – when all the world is in chaos, when we all have no idea what horrific thing will happen next, when there is so much trepidation about losing this country’s very democracy, we – now – celebrate the little stuff as well. and, as you can tell by this photograph, we -big-time – know what we’re doing when it comes to celebrations.

we know that most people choose to, well, maybe go out to dinner as a celebration, or maybe go away on a trip or to an event of some sort, maybe go shopping and splurge on a purchase of something long-awaited for.

we tend to be a little lower-key than all that. but even our most modest celebrations are still celebrations.

it doesn’t take much. in our zeal, we hiked two loops of our river trail. though suddenly exhausted from the toll that anticipation takes on adrenaline, happy kept us going, step by step. breathing the fresh air and feeling the sun – warm enough to take off our jackets – was its own cause for joy.

yes…on this particular day – last week, i might point out – we were beyond excited. our celebration was actually quite thrilling and filled our hearts.

and so we splurged on a $2.79 bag of munchos (on sale at woodman’s) and poured two glasses of wine. we pulled two adirondack chairs from the garage and sat in the 50-plus-degree-sun out on the patio and clinked. when the clouds covered the sun and the wind picked up we went inside, to sit at the bistro table by the window in our sunroom. with dogga on the rug at our feet, we lit a new gift, a soy candle in beautiful cut glass.

and we settled into festivity.

“enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.” (robert brault)

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