Good intentions plus life interruptions are a poor climate model, apparently. I made a promise to myself (and publicly) that I would do my best to write more frequently..... weeks ago. I hide behind the curtain and stare out at the cruel world which someone, somewhere shoved down my throat as "the new normal."
Well, I'm not buying it. Is war the new normal now, too? The world oozes death, destruction, despair and poverty is sniffing on the heels of many who are fighting to survive as the price of everything leaps.
The depression world my grandparents raised our parents in taught me how resourceful humans are. Gramma saved plastic bread bags and rewashed them. I cleaned off the table many times at family gatherings. Every meal included a bowl of head lettuce, a plate of sliced bread and a glass of sliced carrot sticks and celery sticks soaked in water.
The climate change that has happened is an attitude of hatred and suspension. We need love. Pure, unadulterated, selfless love for our neighbors here and abroad.
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