Driving to my first day at a new job. Thinking “this must be some joke thing like War of the Worlds that keeps coming on the radio”. Turning the radio off. Thinking “this is really a disgusting joke”. Arriving to the office. Finding out. Grieving. Still.
Inside the poet is a fire and, depending on where a spark may land, comes the light of an unexpected gift. A silent void anyone can reach differently.
Listening to this song today. John Prine. Just a great songwriter. Thinking about the core values of the words. And “little pictures have big ears” and, what exactly the “gold”is ,today, that might soothe a person. And my grandchildren – being raised with ‘first hand’ values rather than ‘ second hand’ ones no longer relevant for their times.
And I just don’t know. So much shit happening, in our country, the last two week. It’s scary. Yesterday, I helped my grandkids out the pool and bundled them in towels and held them close and thought how difficult the future would be for them and hoped for something better than today.
But I don’t feel hopeful that living in a world – like today’s – will be better for them…
“Advice from a sunflower: Be bright sunny and positive. Know your roots. Spread seeds of happiness. Rise, shine and hold your head up high. Keep on growing. Even on the darkest days, stand tall and find the sunlight.” (Anonymous )