Author & Speaker, Love Earth Now.
Today, it’s the kitchen faucet. The so-called “smart” faucet that turns on automatically whenever it senses nearby movement. Only it’s not so smart now, staring at me blankly, as I wave my hands like the frantic lunatic I surely am.
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It’s Day Three of navigating Election Day 2024 trauma, and I am in mourning. That’s the best analogy I can conceive for my state of mind, heart and spirit. I’d been experiencing such a strange and wonderful feeling since the Harris
…cue up “Limbo Rock”
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“Every limbo boy and girl
All around the limbo world
Gonna do the limbo rock
All around the limbo clock”
~Chubby Chucker
Counting the days, twenty-some days until . . . the election . . . new book publication . . . “National How do I Change the Clock on my Microwave Day” (aka the end of daylight saving time). While the to-do list remains as cluttered as every closet in my house, I feel paralyzed. Sitting at the same desk where I
…I’m sensing a different vibe in the air these days, are you? A few years back, after a certain election, I found myself engaged in doom scrolling. I devoted hours to trolling the socials in search of “what awful thing has happened now?” I’ve done my best to wean myself from that destructive habit, but still, there are times . . .
What a relief to find myself now “joy scrolling,” seeking out and delighting in expressions of hope for the future. I don’t
Hey, how are you holding up? I feel like I’ve been on a mad, mad roller coaster ride, slingshotting from abject despair to daring to hope to smashing pizza boxes on the recycle bin. Repeatedly. I’m seriously considering a trip to a Rage Room, where they give you stuff to smash. I always thought that sounded wasteful until, well, a few Supreme Court decisions dropped. Now it sounds like a gift from God. I get to vent my rage and someone
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