How b b b bad is it? Let's "Build back better!"

Yes, I'm aware of the current clashes between the American Gestapo [ICE] and local governments and/or protestors. Been there, done that back in the days of the Vietnam war protest days. Watched similar actions on tv during the earlier confrontations at desegregation os southern schools. Have you not seen Santayana's quote: "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." It seems our country has a memory as short as it's fuse. Meanwhile, we're doing little to nothing about the dangers of our burning planet and the disruption (by US and others) of the natural life support systems on which we depend for fresh air, clean water and food. If we end up with no future, that will certainly solve the problem of studying history.

One of the advantages we had during civi rights and Vietnam protests is our national leaders were at least semi-rational. Not this time. I wouldn't be surprised to see our situation follow the pattern of England's Charles 1. That seems preferable to a third world war. But enough....

Penstemon grandiflorus with pink blooms

Photo by J. Harrington

The blooms are coming off the lilacs. The deer haven't yet eaten all of my "deer resistant" serviceberries. Penstemon's in bloom. Goslings are growing up. Slowly but surely I'm pacing myself to clean up llast winter and spring's messes, although these days that makes me wonder if I'm rearranging deck chairs on an "unsinkable" ship. Fishing licenses are in our pockets, Father's Day is coming up. The Better Half made a wonderful rhubarb / apple crumble. I'm reading some books that give me some hope and am, once again, determined to find a way to be happy more much of the time.

Once The World Was Perfect

by Joy Harjo

Once the world was perfect, and we were happy in that world.
Then we took it for granted.
Discontent began a small rumble in the earthly mind.
Then Doubt pushed through with its spiked head.
And once Doubt ruptured the web,
All manner of demon thoughts
Jumped through—
We destroyed the world we had been given
For inspiration, for life—
Each stone of jealousy, each stone
Of fear, greed, envy, and hatred, put out the light.
No one was without a stone in his or her hand.
There we were,
Right back where we had started.
We were bumping into each other
In the dark.
And now we had no place to live, since we didn’t know
How to live with each other.
Then one of the stumbling ones took pity on another
And shared a blanket.
A spark of kindness made a light.
The light made an opening in the darkness.
Everyone worked together to make a ladder.
A Wind Clan person climbed out first into the next world,
And then the other clans, the children of those clans, their children,
And their children, all the way through time—
To now, into this morning light to you.

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