It’s is, for me, simply a matter of who choosing who I truly want to be, and of listening to the voice of spirit that lives within me and without.
We just need to open our eyes and look ourselves and each other straight in the eye, asking, who do we truly want to be?
gone are those days, when I sat silent, complacent in my land of peaceful dreams; gone is the hope,
the work of millions to keep one country free…
They are remnants of a former life, ghosts still haunting the land they once served.
I thought my sense of personal awareness and comfort would somehow armor me against the unhappiness of life, against problems I saw in the world around me. And up until today, I think maybe it had. Maybe it still can.
I worry about the safety of other people out voting in more populous places, both from Trump-loving bullies and potential ISIL supporters. Both of them seem to be threatening to wage a war on American voters this year, and their tactics of intimidation and fear seem frighteningly similar.
I am particularly fond of seeing hay bales gathered in the fields, an army assembled for one single purpose…
And even though I have more experience now, the rules still apply. But its becoming more and more tempting to want to bend them, break them, or even move beyond them.