the seasons pass. we lurch from lush to barren. we see the fire season lengthening, the arctic ice shelf shrinking, the oceans warming, the atmosphere more potentially lethal. we see the lack of a bipartisan country, divisiveness poisoning our communities, self-serving rule over a democracy based on equity and compassion. we are stymied by what we can do, what we can accomplish as individuals and we speak up, at the ready to be buoyed by support or torn down by scorn. we have traversed the spectrum of built up and trampled.
i hope this season will pass. that the tearing down will yield a new harvest. that we will pay attention to our good earth and its physical struggles. that we will cross the aisle and reach out. that each of us will count, no matter our ANYthing. that sensitivity and humanity and fairness will lead our actions. that we will be kind. that we will build up. that this now barren-in-so-many-ways-land will again be lush. with promise. for everyone.