I swear I’ll only post what’s uplifting from now on but this morning I read a poem by Alison Luterman called Mockingbirds.

She’s talking about the debate and writes:

we’ve had some of the smartest women on the planet

in contention for this job, but no, it’s gotta be

two men who cannot seem to form

one coherent sentence between them

Women are the ones most affected by this election and yet we’re watching two old men.  How can this be?

On the plus side, birds are singing this morning as a crescent moon lights the sky.  My husband saw a mother and baby deer in our yard last night.

I focus on the words of Claude Monet, the French Impressionist painter:

I would like to paint the way a bird sings.

Today I focus on the way a bird sings.  Pure delight on this last day of June, the flowering passage of the first half the year.   

Emily Dickinson: The only Commandment I ever obeyed – Consider the Lilies.