Struggling with the News

Today I’m not sick, but I feel sick.  Where does one put the continuing lies and disgrace?

From Heather Cox Richardson:  Trump was hosting a fund raiser at Mar-a-Lago on Friday, as the U.S. offensive began. The New York Times reported last November that tickets for the dinner dance were $1 million apiece. The optics of Trump partying with his rich cronies while American soldiers died is at least partly what is behind the fact that today,

“#SendBarron” trended on social media.

She goes on and comes to this: Natasha Bertrand, Zachary Cohen, and Jennifer Hansler of CNN reported this evening that briefers from the Pentagon today told congressional staff that Iran had not been planning to attack U.S. forces or bases in the Middle East unless Israel attacked first. Trump administration officials said on Saturday that Iran was planning to strike the U.S. preemptively and thus posed an imminent threat. The briefers said there was no intelligence to support that claim. Trump seems unclear about the end game of the conflict he has started.

From Robert Hubbell: Trump started an illegal war on Iran just as the DOJ was under intense pressure to release three FBI interviews with a 13-year-old-girl who accused Trump of sexual abuse. The attack on Iran should not reduce public pressure for the release of documents that may shed light on that accusation and the DOJ’s complicity in covering up Trump’s involvement in the Epstein sex trafficking enterprise.

He goes on: But most importantly, I will address the new round of fears by Americans that the war on Iran will be used as a pretext for the declaration of a national emergency to interfere with the 2026 midterms. That is undoubtedly Trump’s half-baked plan; he may attempt to do so; but he will fail if he tries—because we and the courts will stop him.

I know we need to continue to fight, and for today, I’m wrapped in a cocoon of protection to renew and balance on what’s good and true. Family and friends were snorkeling in the Caribbean. I offer a respite from the sea.

Turtle showing how to relax
Community
Beauty in the rocks
A living reef

Thoughts on War

I’m reading John Kenney’s book,  Truth in Advertising: A Novel. It’s a book on advertising and the manipulation of words, and an angry father, and how that affects his wife and children.  I come to where the son is scattering his father’s ashes at his father’s request. His father wants them scattered where he learned WWII has ended.  He was on a submarine out of Pearl Harbor when he learned the war was over.

The son thinks of how it was for those who fought as they look back from old age and post photos and memories on websites. “And so they share their history, their story, their moment in time.”

For example: “How is it I am eighty-seven years old?  How will I be remembered? We fought in a war. We risked our lives for a cause.  It mattered. We mattered.  Didn’t we?”

Kenney goes on.  “The United States submarine service sustained the highest mortality rate of all branches of the U.S. military during WWII.  One out of every five U.S. submariners was killed in WWII.”

“Take a steel tube, put it three hundred feet underwater, take away its sight except for the most rudimentary sonar, send it out into a war. But before you do, fill it with teenagers and tell them not to be afraid.”

“Would you go to work if you had a twenty percent chance of dying?”

I think of my father who flew missions in a B-17, more than was required in WWII, until the plane was shot down, and he parachuted out, and turned over to the SS was incarcerated in a P.O.W. camp until the end of the war.

And now, we have a man who never served, sending people needlessly to die to save his skin from horrendous acts he committed.  When will he and his puppeteers be stopped?  Surely now, our Congress will stop him from doing what he has no power or authority to do.

The tangled stream
From the March Flying Edna calendar.

Spring

I have to laugh when Trump says:The cheating is rampant in our elections. It’s rampant. … They want to cheat. They have cheated. And their policy is so bad that the only way they can get elected is to cheat and we’re going to stop it.”

Who’s in office?  Is he admitting he cheated to get there?  That’s what I conclude.

To anchor myself amidst the lies, I’m reading Evelyn Underhill’s book Practical Mysticism.  Written in 1914 to counteract the horror of World War I, she leads us within to nourish, and to bring forth the supple sensing that connects us with wonder and awe.

It’s raining here, inviting an invitation to ground and rise.

It’s February and my Amaryllis continues to bloom!
Golden Slippers at low tide in the marsh
Lunchtime
Great White Egret in full stride

Fire Horse

This morning, we have lightning, thunder, wind, rain, and hail.  Change is blowing in.  

Robert Hubbell writes today that he and his wife attended a conservative Catholic church in Tennessee. About 15 minutes into a rules-based sermon, the priest said, “And now we must address the elephant in the room: The Epstein Files.

The priest went on to condemn the administration for “redacting the names of the powerful men who abused children.” He then urged the parishioners to “call your representatives and Senators, tell them to release the Epstein files in unredacted form.”

We’ve learned from a text between Epstein and Bannon that the two of them were calling for the 25th Amendment to be applied to Trump in 2019 for incapacity.  And yet, the money behind Trump has him still here, and this is the year he goes.  It’s the Fire Horse year.

The wind brings change.
from my son and his wife’s cruise through the Caribbean

Love

I didn’t watch the Super Bowl, but this morning I watched the replay of the Half Time Show.  Wow!  So much was conveyed in the show: a wedding, love, the blackouts in Puerto Rico, giving his grammy to a five year old who represented and reminded us of the horror experienced by five year old Liam.  Benito’s message is clear.  The only thing more powerful than hate is love, and the majority of people are loving.  We have a few who don’t understand the message, but most of us do.

Together, we are America.  Together, we are one planet bound in love.

Great Blue Heron at Rodeo Beach
Great White Egret and Duck at Rodeo Beach
The two together – room, space, food, and shelter for All!

Compassion and Respect

Children speak. From The New York Times today.

https://www.nytimes.com/2026/01/31/opinion/ice-kids-liam-ramos.html?unlocked_article_code=1.IlA.rhDW.teKBFX5BEARh&smid=url-share

“You are scaring schools, people and the world,” one student at Valley View Elementary, just outside Minneapolis, wrote to Immigration and Customs Enforcement agents. Exactly a year after President Trump’s second inauguration, ICE agents detained Liam Conejo Ramos, a 5-year-old prekindergartner at Valley View. In and around Minneapolis, a city under siege by federal immigration authorities, scores of students are staying home out of fear of being abducted or have had family members who have been taken. As supplies for families too scared to leave their homes line the hallways of the school, immigration patrols rove outside and Liam languishes in a detention camp more than a thousand miles away, students have written letters to ICE agents. For the video above, Times Opinion asked some of them if they were willing to share their writing. “I think you should make friends with the world. Love, a Valley View student,” one child concluded.

Conejo means Bunny in Spanish. Bunny in Half Moon Bay
Thinking of Liam Conejo Ramos in his Bunny hat!



Childbirth

A friend’s daughter is in labor.  A circle of family and friends are with the dilation as we wait and visualize 8 cm.  I remember back to the birth of my sons, that transition period, and it can be painful, very painful, and then the reward, all pain forgotten, only the joy of a new being in the world, a deepening connection and reverence for continuing life.

Perhaps what’s happening in this country right now is childbirth.  Painfully, we gather in community to renew and expand the vows on which this country was founded.  We re-read the Constitution and Declaration of Independence over and over again, trying to teach it to those who are working to overthrow our government and create a dictatorship.  

When those who object to the policies of this corrupt administration are labeled and murdered as domestic terrorists, we come together to act, and as in childbirth, we expand in connecting new cords when one is cut.  

Opening
Hills and Streams
Pussy Willows emerge

Peace

Yesterday I walked with a friend to the beach at Tennessee Valley.  The beach was completely changed by the storms and high tides requiring a possibly wet crossing to and from the ocean.  Enjoying lunch, we savored the company of a Great Blue Heron strolling and rollicking in a graceful journey to dine on lunch.

Tasty tidbits abound
A wider view
Crossing the stream
Calm seas counteract the political news

Ziplining

As we navigate these challenging times, we respond with ease as my son Jeff does while ziplining.  We slip into our meditation posture and organize our communities. We unite.

Lydia Polgreen says let’s not label these people in Minneapolis protestors.  Let’s call them what they are: community organizers.  Her words: 

But what I saw in Minneapolis is better described as organizing and concerted action. It is an important distinction because so much of what is happening is invisible — people engaging in a form of neighborhood watch, walking vulnerable kids to school to shield them from Immigration and Customs Enforcement. Church groups organizing food parcels for families too afraid to leave home. Community groups using encrypted messaging to compile spreadsheets of suspected ICE vehicles and activity. Others are logging and archiving endless amounts of evidence of ICE atrocities. This is the product of deep community organizing, not merely spontaneous actions driven by immediate anger.

Ease!

Circles of Light

Tonight I made a fire in the fireplace and lit two candles to reflect on and honor those who’ve tragically passed: Renee Good and Alex Pretti.

John Squadra wrote: When you love, you complete a circle.  When you die, the circle remains.

These two people who loved and were loved, completed many circles that now expand and remain.  

Together