When All Else Fails

Burrow in

I've never before had a dog that likes to burrow.

Walter could win a medal for burrowing.

Yesterday he tried to climb up inside my

maxi dress.

I don't blame him a bit.

He was neutered this week. Not fun. The gravel is

too hot for his pads when he insists on going out

in the high heat of the afternoon,

but he is learning to follow the shade.

He has also sensed that I'm not so happy these days.

It is heart wrenching to watch what has

become of our nation, not just recently, but

for decades. We have let corporate greed and

privileged white autocrats usurp our freedoms.

We are not done working on this democracy.

Many of us have become complacent and

'busy" with everyday matters.

That has to stop- wake up call folks.

Throughout our history we have risen to

fight the good fight. This time is no different, but I

pray it will be. That this moment is truly a catalyst for

significant and meaningful change.

While many are fighting this fight; under cover of

tweets, this administration is also decimating

our ecological futures, placing racist conservative judges

in federal positions and thousands have

been deported, even young people,

dumped to fend for themselves,

or returned to countries where

their very lives are in jeopardy.

My despair and fury run neck and neck,

alongside pride and hope for my kids.

I wish that I too could just burrow

and make the days feel lighter.

But I can't.

It's all too damn important.