Counting Blessings

It’s hard to count blessings these days. The feeling of doom pervades the air. The political situation, the dying environment, the horrors of income inequality. Everything feels like suffering, not like something to remember to be grateful for. The only way to maintain a degree of sanity seems to be to disconnect from the outside world and go for a walk in the sunshine.

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Too Many

Yeah, that’s right. Fifty words might be too many. Right now we’re running the country using 140 characters or less. Fifty words is a lot. Yeah. Fifty words require complete sentences. Punctuation. It’s a burden but some of us are brave enough to bear it.

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Insane

When someone who is insane makes the rules, it’s hard to concentrate on the simple facts of your own life. It’s hard to remember that the sun will rise, and lunch is available in the fridge, and your bed will be warm tonight. The insanity is overwhelming. Nothing makes sense. Nothing seems normal or reasonable. Enjoying a TV show, reading a good book, running the vacuum – it all feels bizarre in the face of the madness overtaking our country.

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An Admirable Woman

Today is the last day for Diane Rehm to be on her show. She’s the host of the long-running and always interesting radio show bearing her name. If I had to name women I admire and respect, she would be on the list. Thanks, Diane, for all the great discussion and information and thought-provoking topics.

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A Good Book

To me, a good book is one I don’t want to stop reading. It engages. I’ve read a lot of literary high brow books in my life, but I don’t especially enjoy it. I’ve read a lot of nonfiction on social justice topics, but I don’t especially enjoy it. What I really enjoy is a good mystery, something that drags me along with well-defined characters and a fascinating plot.

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Jane

This makes me laugh. Jane and her mother Xiomara speak only English to their grandmother/mother. Alba, the mother/grandmother understands their English conversation perfectly. But she speaks only Spanish. Her daughter and granddaughter understand her Spanish conversation perfectly. Watching them talk back and forth in English and Spanish makes me laugh every week.

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Blessings

Here in the USA, many people spent time over the holiday thinking about their blessings. You know the old expression “if you want to feel rich, count your blessings.” It works. It works as long as you’re doing it. It doesn’t work if you’re climbing over a sales clerk at the Wal Mart trying to reach a toy before your neighbor from church gets it first.

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I Want

Scheduling is not my favorite thing. I want what I want when I want it. Not on a schedule. If I’m hungry at 4 PM, why can’t I have dinner then? If I want to go to the grocery store at 5:45 AM, why can’t I go then? If I want to publish a blog post right now, not in 8 minutes, why can’t I do that?

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The Sunrise

Sandia Sunrise

I’m waiting for the sunrise, just to make sure the world is still turning and that last night’s election results didn’t cause the end of everything. I woke up dreaming I was on the phone with a 911 operator because a crazy man with a gun was inside my home threatening everyone. I need the sunrise to cheer me up.

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One Vote

The election’s over for me. I cast my vote on the first day of early voting. The polling place I went to was crowded already. Each of us is equal in the voting booth: one vote, one person. It’s the loudest way I know to announce my position on the fate of the country – filling in circles quietly and feeding my ballot into a counting machine.

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