On Bended Knee

I’m on bended knee, looking at the weekend…

Two days like any other, yet expectations so high…

Hoping for a break, a little rest, a different pace…

Somewhat so, somewhat so, some otherwise more the same, by choice really…

Same pressures, same pause, same joy, all really there,

if only we make room…in our minds, hearts, both, tied up and twisted and searching for calm, understanding, inspiration, something more…

On bended knee, on bended knee.

Sitting With Lu

Sitting one evening at the table, talking to my younger daughter. She’s in her pajamas; me too. She’s playing with her dolls. I’m listening, face in my hands. Nodding off, I gently drift.

“Dad, you’re falling asleep…!”, she mocks me. And then she goes back to her story, recounting a “Full House” episode.

I’m focusing on her word selection. I love it. Love listening to her; love listening to them, their stories. So very thankful. This one, and the other two. Love them to pieces.

And that listening to them? Mostly a joy; 99.99%; a little less so when it’s time for bed.

Yawn.

Night night.

Lyrics Post: “Where The Streets Have No Name”

This tune came to mind recently, and I was pretty well immediately taken back to when I first heard it three decades ago.

The riff, the lyric, the vibe of the late 80’s…U2 cut through all the layers and delivered essential, guitar-laden soul music, words that went to the deep places; especially with Joshua Tree (the album); and this song that took us down the streets have no names.

“I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I want to reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name

I want to feel sunlight on my face
I see the dust cloud disappear 
Without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We’re still building 
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It’s all I can do

The city’s aflood
And our love turns to rust
We’re beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust
I’ll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We’re still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It’s all I can do
Our love turns to rust
We’re beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, and I see love
See our love turn to rust
We’re beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, when I go there
I go there with you
It’s all I can do”

By: Adam, David, Paul, Larry.

Spontaneous Reflection: COVID

So much has changed since COVID came to us, so much, in so many ways, so many ways, yet the challenge, the tragedy, maybe more fundamental.

How many people infected, millions upon millions upon millions more. So many millions we really can’t comprehend.

And the deaths, in this American country alone, three hundred and fifty thousand —- 350,000 —- and climbing still, more and more and more. Current trend has north of three thousand —- +3,000 —- dying, EVERY DAY, more each and every day. It was + 3,000 that died on 9/11, and we were outraged, OUTRAGED, and we’ve been at war ever since,

But with COVID, are we outraged at the response, the failed response of our federal government to help us, so fewer people suffer? So fewer people die,,,? Where is the outrage?

A fundamental debate in this country is “more government” versus “less government”. This COVID time, overwhelming our people, killing our people, this is the sort of circumstance where we need government to help and to lead. It’s like a war. It’s like an invader has come to our shores and threatens our very existence as a society. We would not respond separately. We would have to respond together to overcome the foe.

COVID is such a foe.

But it will not win. We won’t let it win. We cannot let it win.

Feed The Birds

Simple joy, feeding the birds. Two feeders hang off the house, outside windows, we get a good view.

My grandparents fed the birds. My parents fed the birds; heck, one of the feeders I use is from my folks.

It’s just so peaceful. Listen to the birds. Listen to them, warblers, wrens, finches, doves. Squirrels scamper about too, gather from the ground below.

Simple. Doesn’t take much. Big bag of mixed seed from the store lasts maybe a month.

Nature right there. Peace right there. Joy right there.

GOOD.

Navalny

Democracy is for all humanity, at least it should be, in my humble opinion.

One country in which democracy has long struggled is Russia.

One voice that resonates from within? Alexei Anatoliovich Navalny.

He has become maybe the most powerful voice calling for an end to corruption and more transparency in the Russian political system, policies, and decisions therein.

He was poisoned in Russia last year; flown to Germany for treatment; there, he recovered. There he could have stayed, safe in self-imposed exile.

But he did not. His place is in Russia. His home is Russia. And there he must do his work.

He flew back to Russia with his wife last week. And he was swiftly arrested at the airport.

The charges? Money-laundering. Six years ago. The details? Murky. What’s not murky?

Navalny’s steady voice of opposition in a country long characterized by a heavy, authoritarian hand against said opposition.

Well more than 10,000 protestors across all of Russia’s vast timezones protested for Navalny’s release on Saturday. More than a thousand were arrested.

His voice, and all such peaceful but very critical voices need to be heard. When the people‘s voice is silenced, it must be supported from all sides, allowing it to resonate.

Let Navalny’s voice be heard.

More on Navalny? Yep.

Straight from Wikipedia: Navalny, (born 4 June 1976) is a Russian opposition leader, politician, lawyer and anti-corruption activist. He came to international prominence by organizing demonstrations, and running for office, to advocate reforms against corruption in Russia, Russian President Vladimir Putin, and Putin’s government.

And the link to the whole wiki-profile, here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexei_Navalny?wprov=sfti1

And the article about his arrest, here: https://globalnews.ca/news/7595321/alexei-navalny-putin-protests-explainer/amp/

Let Navalny’s voice be heard.

Skinned Knees: Hope Is A Salve

Skinned knees. Remember them before? Maybe recently?

Even if it’s been a while since you physically fell to the ground…maybe you’ve had a series of fails at work – it’s sort of the same.

It stings; it hurts; the wound lingers, there’s periodic pain, it doesn’t go away quickly.

What’s the answer, what’s the salve to ease the sting, ease that pain…?

Hope.

Struggle? Repeat Mistakes? Not sure how to proceed?

Recede.

To.

Hope.

Fall down, again and again? Skinned knee that won’t heal, from all the falls?

Don’t give up. Keep trying; keep going.

Hope.

Do the next right thing. Don’t lose hope.

HOPE.

Ah, Glorious Slumber!

“Ah glorious slumber”, I often think.

More, and especially quality sleep equals longer, happier life.

Sleep fills us up, fortifies, heals us.

Some need a little more, some a little less, but we all need it.

Tired? Sleep!

Stressed? Sleep!

Lately I’ve been both of the above. Lots of change, very busy at work, COVID Constraints…

So all the more thankful in particular for a couple of good nights’ sleep.

My sleep tracker told me, it must be so. : – )

And this from the past week…ahhh, glorious slumber…!!!