Saving my soul during the time of fascism.
Some photos. Some thoughts as the weekend starts.
You have no idea how glad I am that you’re reading this, because my digital family means everything to me. You guys are important. We’re a group of like-minded people who have found each other to share our commons interests and concerns. THANK YOU for being part of this community. 💙💙
The tension is real. 😳
My shoulders are on the ceiling. My stomach aches.
Sometimes I think I might throw up.
It’s getting more serious than ever here in America. And it’s affecting my physical and mental health.
Instead of travel for leisure, I’m now thinking of it as survival.
I mean, I realize people have always been awful. BUT DAMN. This is bad.
As many of you know, I’m without family or a meaningful relationship. I can come and go as I please… and I KNOW how fortunate I am. Believe me.
But I never thought I would live in a fascist state, complete with concentration camps, no due process, plans to take food out of the mouths of children and medical care away from millions of people. Just to name a few.
This is not my America. And chances are, it isn’t yours either.
I have no answers. Escaping into my hobbies has been helpful.
More gym time. More photography.
Planning extended stays out of the country have been hopeful and exciting, too. And these excursions will provide the much needed change of atmosphere I need to find some perspective in all the chaos.
I have good days and bad days. Today, I’m a little down. In fact, as I write this, I’m here, waiting to meet a subscriber who has become a pal in Minnesota!
Tell me how you’re coping, friends. Share the good in your lives. Because good people must stick together.
Love you guys. Have a positive weekend anyway you can.
I’m doing well, health wise, but I finally got that skin cancer removed from my left cheek. It’s visible in the last photo of us at the diner. It doesn’t hurt, but I have a quarter sized scar on my face. Since it was just removed yesterday, I’m keeping it covered, because it sure isn’t pretty.
Mentally and emotionally, I’m a basket case, just like you. We come from entirely different backgrounds, but we share the same hunger for justice and kindness.
I enjoy so many of your photos. The one of the spider web is fascinating. Nature is truly amazing.
"Good wifi and a cold IPA. Nice way to start a weekend."
Wow, your friend has a lot of booze in the house! (haha)
Those photos are great. Glad you find such peace from creating them.
My body told me the day before the election that we were about to hit the skids when I had a stroke. I truly believe that my body knew before the rest of us did. I've been told by different people on different occasions I have some of that, whatever *that* is. It's not an ability to predict the future, or I'd be at the horse track every night. It's just something undefined. Sometimes a general feeling will take over, a sense of dread, maybe, or a hunch things are about to turn for the better, usually in my personal life. It's always different. I'm sure I'm not alone in this.
So, here's the thing. I feel now like we are in the endgame of this horror show. I can't explain it, but it has felt that way to me for a couple of weeks. With MAGA in open rebellion over Captain Enigma and his band of predators, and with him suffering from what looks to me like congestive heart failure (which vampire Barbie called "chronic venous insufficiency," lol), and him falling asleep on the regular (this is another sign of serious heart disease), it may be that this feeling is for real.
Neither Vance nor any of the others can provide the glue to hold MAGA together when he goes, which I think he will soon. Vance would have to pick a VP, but that pick would be an idiot, too. None of them can hold the cult together.
When he dies, we will all have time to reflect on what we've become. I believe in the goodness of most people, that the terrible ones leave the biggest footprint. Now, of course, they control the government. We can change that, too.
One great photo at a time. :-)