From the Quote Box

I do the best I know how, the very best I can; and I mean to keep on doing it to the end. If the end brings me out all right, what is said against me will not amount to anything. If the end brings me out all wrong, ten angels swearing I was right would make no difference. — Abraham Lincoln

Vincent. For these times

Just seek light and freedom and don’t delve too deeply into the mire of the world. — Vincent Van Gogh 

I think it’s important to remember what you’re fighting for. I don’t need to delve. I do need to recognize and resist. And I do need to keep leading my own good life because it shows it can be done and because it makes a difference for me and for others.

Haiku Day – Round Two

@realDonaldTrump •
we have to hold YOU to Truth •
not the media.
#RESIST #IMPEACH #Haikuday #NaPoWriMo #haiku

@realDonaldTrump
your lies are so thick and sad
they rate a haiku

@realdonaldtrump:
a kind universe has made
you five syllables.

Snow Day

Today is my regular day off but turns out the world is pretty much closed today too. Colonie Center closed early and after letting people show up for work, Crossgates closed too. Must seriously be coming into the end times for that to happen.

Anyway, I’d gone and done regular grocery shopping yesterday. The shelves of Hannaford were pretty well stocked on a Monday morning but the aisles were filled with people I don’t normally encounter. Some were snow-panic buying but most were just a little… odd. Met two quilting friends along the aisles paid for my stuff and got out in time to have lunch with mom. Definitely able to stay the course and eat well at home. The liquor store was closed though due to water damage so there’s a wine shortage. oh no! No, it’s ok. Really.

Stopped at Staples who had no pink index cards but I got the nice young woman in the printing section to cut up a half-ream of card stock so I could send out pink postcards tomorrow. (the mail will be running right? neither rain nor snow nor dark of night???)

So far today I’ve shoveled once, trying to keep up with the plowed pile at the end of the driveway. Grateful for my OR gaiters that I’d gotten for my trip to Wales – keep the snow out and my legs warm!

Now I’m in for awhile, drinking hot tea and thinking about what to do next.

A Very Good Mail Day

Small box on front porch
inside reminders: freedom
hard won and maintained.

Thanks @WAMCradio for the tshirt and mug but mostly for being who you are – a strong center in a world that needs both news and arts. Also thanks for a World Peace Poetry postcard in the mail.

And according to one of those silly facebook quizzes, if you can’t find me, here’s where not to look (I’ll be the one wearing a First Amendment tshirt…)

One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honour or observation. — Sir Walter Scott

The artist and still today

In case you need to listen to a more inspirational voice today. I sure do.

The artist, however faithful to his personal vision of reality, becomes the last champion of the individual mind and sensibility against an intrusive society and an officious state… In pursuing his perceptions of reality, he must often sail against the currents of his time. This is not a popular role.  John F. Kennedy

Why We Must RESIST

In honor of President Lincoln, some of his most memorable words:

The Gettysburg Address

Abraham Lincoln

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war,testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate — we cannot consecrate — we cannot hallow — this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.