April 5, 2023
Ah, it’s the month of showers,
flowers and Pilgrims. The time in spring that the sun is going to shine only when
good old Mother Nature’s not giving us those showers. All necessary so that
those little green shoots can become plants that grow and bloom, repeating the annual
cycle that is written in their beings.
At least I can say that
according to this family’s tradition, winter is over. Winter weather may
not be, but the season has turned. The sky is still what I call a winter blue,
and I am really looking forward to my first sighting of a deeper hue.
As far as I can tell, the
world is still going to hell in the proverbial hand basket. Which has to be a
bigger basket than I had ever imagined, when you consider all the lies that it
is holding these days. That said, here’s something that I do wonder about, and
often.
All those known and proven
liars that seem to flood our airways lately, most of them have children, don’t
they? So when they catch their own children lying to them, what the hell do
they do? Give them a two-thumbs up salute? Score those lies on a scale of one
to ten with an annual medal going to the child who told the most or the best
lies? Do they tell the junior liars that mommy and daddy are proud, just so
proud of them? What on God’s green (or soon to be green) earth do they do?
You see my problem, here. I
really can’t easily assume that of course they will punish those children for
lying, even if it does mean making themselves seem to be even bigger hypocrites
than they already appear to be.
You may shake your head at me.
You may even scoff and say that Morgan can now understand that lying liars will
lie; but she still can’t accept that they don’t give one good damn about the
example they are setting for their children, or anyone else for that matter. And
you’d be right to do so. I don’t know what my problem is here. I clearly recall
my mother saying to me, “do as I say, and not as I do.” I mean, that was an often
used expression heard in my younger years, and not just at my own house. Mind
you, that was in the 1950s and 1960s and was intended to underline the difference
in acceptable behavior between children and adults. There was a clear distinctive
line between what children could claim as rights what adults were empowered to
do and believe me when I say that never the twain did meet, at least in my
experience. But still.
I doubt this inner conundrum
of mine will be solved anytime soon.
I’m still waiting for that
warmish day to open my windows and doors and get some deep cleaning done. I
figure I need several days in order to cover every room. There’s still a part of
me that believes I can accomplish, physically, a lot more than I really can. I
can’t decide if that’s sad, or just normal. Yes, hope springs eternal. Especially
in springtime and especially when it comes to my desire to spiff up my nest.
Meanwhile, the aforementioned
Mother Nature seems to be fully in the grip of a tantrum, and it’s a doozy! I
watch the news every evening and I always have the same reaction when I see the
devastation wrought by the tornadoes that have been ravaging the U.S. mid-west
and south: where does one start? I’m no stranger to having a home destroyed. I’ve
lost two houses to fire. The first one we were able to rebuild; the second one,
we had to sell as is and move into the house we’re now in, as tenants. We later
worked an arrangement with the owner, and over time, bought the house from him.
In the aftermath of our fires,
I recall just putting one foot in front of the other and doing what had to be
done. I remember the tears, and the heartache, and swearing to my self after
the second time that no home would ever mean so much to me ever again.
In other words, I reacted as
most humans do in the face of a loss.
But the horrendous losses I’m
seeing on my television screen make what I endured seem as nothing. I get
annoyed by those who decry the use of “thoughts and prayers”. Yes, concrete
action needs to happen no matter the situation at hand. But I know a secret to
that process, and of course I’m going to share it with you.
In the face of every situation
that one may encounter in life, one must begin with the prayers. You see, they’re
the fuel that empowers all good action.
Love,
Morgan
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury
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