Meanwhile, Paint Hits Paper

I did this and a couple other things purposely towards having them for postcard fronts. I’m doing World Peace Poetry Postcards and combining it with National Haiku Month and, for lack of a better title, “People, are you crazy??? Do the right thing you Congress people and others!” postcards as part of the 10 actions in 100 days continuation of the Women’s March.

Today’s Mail and Thoughts

Tonight as I was leaving work, I was chatting with another co-worker (also in the “older” bracket of my worksite) about stuff. I was telling him what my next month’s goals were – world peace poetry postcards, sent also to legislative/congressional sorts etc. We both expressed amazement that all this stuff had been going on – for one week. Felt like months. He felt the same way.

As I drove home I was thinking about the chat and it now occurs to me that what I’d been describing – passing along articles and tweets and screenshots of tweets to my facebook pals, explaining how to vet things, where to find primary sources, keeping the story in the news – was much like what I’d just seen on a live feed of Elizabeth Warren talking to a protest crowd at an airport. She was holding a megaphone (apparently non-working) but she and the crowd had fallen back to the Occupy human megaphone technique. She’d say a sentence or part of one and the crowd around her would repeat it verbatim so the people in the back could hear it.

So be it. I can be like that. I can be the pebble tosser that maybe finally pushes someone to make a call or a donation or to talk to others about what’s going on.

Also today, I made a bigger than normal donation to WAMC our local public radio station. I rely on them for news and commentary and they’re rightfully concerned that the federal funding for public radio will be pulled. It’s not a big percentage of their budget but it’s a meaningful one. They added 1/3 of the amount they’d lose onto the fund drive that’s about to start and will keep that money squirreled away just in case.

I want to make a donation to ACLU but I need to button down the info for my company match first. Not gonna throw away the match!

Came home and this was in my mailbox. Between these and my big safety pin I think I’m in good shape.

Not On My Watch

This morning there was some yelling in the car when the news reported some high-up-somebody trying to fly the Sept. 11 flag to convince me why we had to shut out foreign visitors and refugees. Yeah there was yelling. STFU. You don’t get to fly that flag. Not that flag.

On the way home tonight this popped up in my playlist (see below) and I thought about what’s going on. Yes I was very sad in 2001 and I’m still sad – at all the innocent lives lost and the state of the terrorists’ world that would allow them to bring such violence.

But I’m not shutting down my hope and belief in freedom and peace because of an idiot’s yelling about fear and terrorism. That’s not what our country and people is all about. My facebook feed is pretty much all news reporting, suggestions on actions to take, who to write, where to go, opinion pieces, with some breaks for funny (or biting) cartoons and some art and kittens.

So yelling big-wig (ha! ha!), not on my watch. No more doing things in my name without my approval. I don’t approve.

I signed up for “World Peace Poetry Postcards” for February and hope to send postcards not only to the other writers on my list but to people who are supposed to be watching over the country, doing what’s right for the citizens, protecting the core values of the Constitution. I’m sure there all so overwhelmed that none of them will read my postcards. My hope is that maybe a postal worker will. Maybe a congressional staff person.Maybe the person who takes out the trash. Maybe that card will bring them a moment of peace, a little bubble to surround them even briefly. To give them strength.

We all need it.

Quote for @POTUS

Those who deny freedom to others deserve it not for themselves, and, under a just God, cannot long retain it. — Abraham Lincoln

National Haiku Month is Coming!

I was looking at the 10 Actions in 100 Days website and thinking about sending postcards (seem to do that pretty regularly although not on political topics) and then remembered that February is National Haiku Month. In the past I haven’t done a theme throughout the month although some days generated multiple haiku around a subject.

So folks, I’m going to try writing haiku on National Topics of Interest (to me, anyway) and I’m going to send them out into the world on little pieces of paper and see if a ripple happens somewhere.

If you want to generate a back and print it, here is a link to the 10/100’s printable postcard site. You could come up with your own or use commercially available postcards to send your own messages, haiku or not.

Doing the Work

I ordered some buttons to share with people today and I did this. And some wash. And I filled my big sugar canister. And had eggs for breakfast. And I looked at lots of reports and photos from yesterday’s #womensmarch

and I saw this quote go by and added it to the quote box:

I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go. — Langston Hughes

Proud and Humbled

I am at work today. I am with -in spirit- my friends across the world who are marching with thousands of other folks – for women’s rights, for justice and equality for everyone. I’ve said numerous times in the past few years ‘I didn’t live through the seventies so stuff like this could happen!’ usually in regards to discrimination or stereotyping. I think we’d all like to think that the world has come aways since the sixties but I know deep down that we have to admit that it hasn’t come very far at all.

Seeing all the faces, some clad in the new symbol of our age – that pink pussy hat, showing off their signs, being interviewed, standing in the masses – it’s all making me weepy. It’s so important to do this, to stand up and say no to the status quo and then to take that strength from being part of those masses and apply it every day. To demand respect and fair treatment from others. To stand up for others who need your strength.

Let’s do this so completely we don’t have to think a generation or two from now – we didn’t march for nothing.