Surrounded

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It’s gorgeous here in the Summer. You can’t help but feel drawn to the wide-openness of the land. When the sun shines, and I take a walk or drive to the neighboring town, being out in it brings me a sense of freedom. I’ve come to love that feeling. Holding my cup of tea, I enjoy looking at my little slice of heaven through my kitchen window every day. 

This year will mark 18 years living in Small Town, USA. The attractiveness of the land is what has kept me here. I enjoy it. On good days, I always stroll around my neighborhood to get some fresh air and sun. I appreciate the peace of my small town and the smell of the fresh wind. 

The people and their politics, not so much. I get it. Red state, red town. It’s only about 900 people who live here. And if they could stay living in the 1800s, I think they would prefer that.

I won’t lie, intermingling hasn’t gotten any more comfortable in the years since our family landed. The closed-mindedness I experience on an almost daily basis is choking most of my goodwill. The longer I’m a resident, the harder I bite my tongue – most times. Recently, though, I just had to trounce a few ill-conceived thoughts escaping out of the mouths of my neighbors. If only they would have kept them shut. It didn’t end well. I wasn’t what you would call being very neighborly.

I know things, and people change eventually, but in our little town, I think it will be later rather than sooner. I understand that it’s a lot asking them to step out of their comfort zone, or even into a headspace of progressive thinking. Sure wish they would, though. It would make living here almost perfect.

Sometimes kids are out playing in the park. Today there was a group of young boys maybe 14-15 years old out dribbling balls on the basketball court. The very first thought in my head – most likely, this is the next generation of Trump supporters. My happy brain pauses slightly, feeling surrounded by ignorance again. I forcefully shake it off me and intentionally focus on immersing myself in the wind and sun.

Life continues, and I keep walking as far away as I can get.

Out Of Sorts

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Fred Mouniguet

Sometimes life is like trying to sleep when you are having a restless night. 

You just can’t get comfortable. Feels like you’ve moved in a million directions and either you can’t get back to what felt like the perfect spot or there just isn’t one anymore. And you’re tired of more of the same.

It leaves you feeling like you need a new bed.

Sublime Cruelty

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Luis Galvez – Unsplash

hard efforts
fortunes stolen
earned rewards
but no joy

life is hard
and it sucks
some benefits
you’ll reap

other times
none
just misery
and defeat

but you start
again
keep going
till death

taking small
joys
when they
come

each one
a tiny 
victory
to savor

hoping 
the next
chapter
won’t kill you

Progress – Change Columbus Day To National Indigenous Day

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Change.org

We currently celebrate Columbus Day as a Federal Holiday. We’ve known for a while Christopher Columbus was not the one who discovered America AND he was not a very good person. Columbus participated in the slave trade, brought disease to North America and helped to eradicate a large population where he landed.

Why would we still honor this type of person or celebrate him? Let’s honor the true people who should be celebrated, the Native Americans. They sacrificed so much of their culture and people to become what the USA is today. THAT is the truth and supporting this petition would go a long way to eradicate the white-washing we see all too often about our American history.

Please support this so we can present it to those who could change this current holiday.

Sign here to support the petition.

Thank you!

Loud

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kept down
held back
filled with fear
and rage 

despair at every turn
me, an unwilling victim
blockades to stop me
turbulence swirling me about

My history embedded a lack of power in me.
Years of criticism, critique, and disgust took its toll.
Thick layers of neglect crusted over on this shell of me.
Defeated, ignored, and scared.

But I dared to feel more important than what the day rolled out.
I fought to experience life exquisitely, with the volume on high.
Determined to engage with this existence full of substance and force.
I clutched myself hard and pushed forward to lean loudly into my future.

Not gonna hide from it anymore.