Again and Again and Again [David’s blog on DR Thursday]

“All stories are ancient and all stories are new…”~ anonymous

A 4,700 year old shipwreck was just discovered off the coast of Turkey. It sank centuries before Homer recorded the epic oral stories, The Odyssey and Iliad, tales that we moderns consider ancient. I marvel that sailors 5,000 years ago looked at the setting sun – the same sun – with awe as I do. I imagine that sailors 5,000 years ago relaxed when arriving in safe harbor just as the pleasure sailors I watch slowly cruising down the channel toward the marina. Home.

The Iliad is a tale of the Trojan War. One of the major themes of the epic story, “How personal pride and petulant feuds among leaders destroy lives,” is relevant for us today. It is relevant in every age, across every culture. It is a human story and endures because humanity seems impervious to learning the lesson.

Or, perhaps the lesson is lost because the tale is a powerful mirror reflecting what makes us human. We do not consider the cost to others of our personal pride or the petulant feuds of our leaders.

And then, of course, there’s this bit of enduring nonsense: “The Olympian gods actively take sides, argue among themselves, and manipulate human events.” Petulant feuds. Personal pride.

Gods who are small enough to take sides are suspiciously human-like, aren’t they? They are used by humans to justify all manner of horror enacted upon other humans. The story never changes. Righteousness requires an endorsement by the god-of-the-day.

I read another theme from these ancient stories that is also very relevant to our times: “The heavy human cost of war and the short-lived nature of glory.” So much loss. So many people die. And what is gained that is more precious than life? Land? Oil? Prestige? Revenge? Was the life of the tiny, cherished Ukrainian child, who died in their stroller, worth the gain?

Time passes. I imagine myself looking at the same sun, asking the same questions, as Homer. We tell stories to impart wisdom or to illuminate past mistakes so we might not repeat them again and again and again.

It’s possible that my assumption is flawed. Perhaps we tell these stories so we might recognize, when standing amidst the current horror, that our horror is the same as horrors-past; we actually learn nothing. Perhaps it is not about learning or growing. Perhaps the human meta story, as told by Homer and revisited by poets across the ages, is nothing more or less than Groundhog Day.

An Instrument of Peace, 48″x91″ mixed media on canvas

read Kerri’s blogpost about THE CHANNEL SUNSET

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The Jetty [David’s blog on Flawed Wednesday]

I am surrounded by so much beauty that I sometimes forget. I take it for granted. And then, walking the paths that hug the lake, I suddenly see again. I stop because I am overwhelmed by the enormity of it all, just as I was the very first time I walked these paths. “Look where we live!” I say.

“I know,” she replies.

Our loop takes us along the lake, through the marina and around the point to the channel, the jetty and red lighthouse. The jetty serves as a stalwart guardian at the mouth of the channel. When the lake is raging it absorbs the force of the waves. On any day it keeps silt from collecting and clogging the channel. On calm days it is an excellent spot for the seagulls to gather and confab. When the salmon are running the fishermen in their small boats gather at the mouth of the channel and take advantage of the jetty’s protection.

Kerri and I are a jetty for each other.

I’ve decided that everyone needs a jetty.

It’s one of the things we take for granted about our democracy – about the idea that is a democracy. It is meant to be a government made up of regular people who serve their neighbors. People protecting people from exploitation and persecution, striving for “a more perfect union”. At least that is the idea. Of, by and for the people. In a democracy, the law is the jetty.

I suppose autocracies are a jetty too, but serve a purpose that is the opposite of a democracy. It establishes a barrier that protects the privileged few from the majority who are exploited for private gain. In an autocracy, brute force is the jetty. ICE. The SS.

So, I must amend my thought: everyone needs a jetty and everyone needs to be a jetty for others.

I recently heard an interview with Maria Ressa, a Noble Peace Prize laureate. She said something that reminds me of the democracy-jetty that we’ve lost and need to rebuild: facts make truth and truth makes justice. Without equal application of the law, law that serves facts that illuminate truth, there is no justice. Where there is no justice there is no liberty.

I have been surrounded all my life by liberty and I have taken it for granted. Rights and freedoms. The sitting president just announced that the courts have no power over him, that he need not follow the law. The protective jetty has been breached and I am overwhelmed by the enormity of it all.

Our vote in a few short weeks will not restore the jetty but will serve to slow its dismantling. It will take some time to rebuild our stalwart guardian jetty. That process will first necessitate a grounding in fact so we might be able to restore shared truth which will revivify the respect for the law.

I look forward to the day* – I hope for the day – that we can look at each other, recognize our hard-earned good fortune, the beauty of our democracy, a nation of equal justice under the law, honestly striving for a more perfect union, and once again say to each other, “Look at where we live!”

*(restoration begins now with your vote. Vote. Help your neighbors to vote)

read Kerri’s blogpost about THE JETTY

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A More Powerful Force [David’s blog on Two Artists Tuesday]

It’s called The Harvest Moon because it is the full moon closest to the autumn equinox. It’s a balance point that marks a shift from extroverted summer play into winter introspection. I’ve read that it also symbolizes a time to let go of habits that no longer serve you.

The Harvest Moon,

Werewolf transforms to poet,

Who have I become?

I imagine we are – all of us – a festival of habits. Some that continue to serve us. Some that do not.

Are we aware of the habits that no longer serve us? We are mostly blind to our patterns. Repetition wears a rut in the road that we come to believe is normal. A rut is a curious thing because it absolves one of responsibility. Absolution sounds like this: “I can’t help myself.”

Last night I turned around and came face to face with a habit that no longer serves me. If I let it go I will be forever changed. Who will I become if I release my habit? I might like myself better but I fear I might not recognize myself. Walking a tight rope, understanding that this change is not so much a decision as a growing imperative. A necessity.

It’s easy to write about releasing an old habit. It’s quite another thing to yank the tires from a well-worn rut.

It’s quite another thing to need to let go and fall off the wire. It’s counterintuitive: fall to save yourself.

Two metaphors: to fall is the same thing as driving free of the rut. The Harvest Moon was nearly a month ago. It’s only a matter of time before the imperative to change, to break the old habit, grows larger than the deepest rut can contain. It’s only a matter of time before a more powerful force than repetition requires stepping off the thin wire.

read Kerri’s blogpost about THE MOON

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Pave Paradise [David’s blog on Merely A Thought Monday]

“New ideas must use old buildings.” ~ Jane Jacobs

If I’ve learned anything about my nation in this past decade it’s that we need to have a serious conversation with our past. We’re stuck in an eddy. We can’t grow up or get healthy until we reconcile ourselves with our past. All of it, the good, the bad and the ugly. A nation is not so different than an individual: it’s impossible to get where you want to go until you learn the lessons from where you have been.

In this vein, the current administration fundamentally misunderstands the purpose of preservation of historical sites and of national parks.

Or maybe they don’t. In the mind that considers people and places expendable and exploitable, there can be no reverence for the past. In fact, if everything – everything – is seen as a resource to be exploited then it is necessary to eradicate history. It is an imperative if the intention to violate and diminish sacred places.

It is a theme apparent in the destruction of the east wing of the White House, the debacle of the reflecting pool, the paving over of the Rose Garden, the eradication of the cherry trees…Extend the theme out across the nation: the shrinking of national parks, slashing the budget of the national park service, censoring and removal historical exhibits, rolling back protections of federal and forest lands. Book bans. Scrubbing DEI.

Bear’s Ears, Grand Staircase-Escalante…sacred places. Sacred documents: The Constitution is our history and just like the national monuments it, too, is daily being violated, reduced. Eliminated.

It is not the first time that we have run from our history. Do you know The Lost Cause Narrative? “…a false, revisionist historical myth created by post-Civil War white Southerners to reframe the American Civil War. It sought to recast the Confederate defeat not as a failed, treasonous defense of chattel slavery, but as a noble struggle for states’ rights and Southern honor.” If you’ve been paying attention to the approved curriculum in the state of Florida you’ll note that The Lost Cause Narrative is alive and kicking.

Joni Mitchell just popped into my mind. Pave paradise, put up a parking lot. You don’t realize what you got til it’s gone.

The American Dream is slipping away. It’s impossible to get where you want to go until you learn the lessons from where you have been – and learning begins by opening both eyes and looking at the path already taken.

“…it’s not the remembered past, it’s the forgotten past that enslaves us.” ~ C.S. Lewis

read Kerri’s blogpost about PRESERVATION

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So Simple [David’s blog on Merely A Thought Monday]

During my time in Bali I was deeply moved by the simple everyday greeting, “Namaste”. “The divine light within me bows to the divine light within you.” It is the equivalent of our, “hi” or “hello” – only with respect. It is the greeting given to everyone, regardless of race, religion, sexual orientation, citizenship…In Bali I was the alien and every day people bowed to the divine light in me and taught me to bow to the divine light in them.

It seems so simple.

I’ve read the bible. I read it in the same spirit that I read the I-Ching or the Upanishads. There is terrific wisdom to be found in the world’s holy books. They are not rule books nor are they literal histories. They are meant to shine light into dark corners. For instance, would it not be helpful and instructive for our nation to consider this passage:

“When an alien lives with you in your land, do not mistreat him. The alien living with you must be treated as one of your native-born. Love him as yourself, for you were aliens in Egypt.” Leviticus 19:33-34

It seems so simple. The divine light within me bows to the divine light within you. And yet, we are building concentration camps. In a nation of immigrants, we demonize immigrants. As Kerri has noted, this man, this party and it’s followers lack reverence.

“Peace is of the heart, not of the mind. To know peace you have to find out what beauty is.” ~ Jiddhu Krishnamurti, Life Ahead

Beauty is recognizing the divine light that shines through both you and me. It is the same light.

Depending upon where we stand on this earth, we are all aliens. We would do well to focus on the shared light, to steep ourselves in the beauty, to do unto others as we would have done unto us. It seems so simple.

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read Kerri’s blogpost about ALIENS

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Think About The Words [David’s blog on DR Thursday]

“O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain…”

~ Katharine Lee Bates, America The Beautiful (1893)

Have you read the poem or thought about the words in America The Beautiful? We learned them in school. We sing them or hear them sung in moments of national pride. Consider this stanza:

America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!

They liberty in law. It is not a random phrase meant to fit a rhyming scheme. It is a celebration of our difference, the foundational guarantee that separated us from kings and opened the path to equality for all people, regardless of race or religion or gender or sexual orientation. Our liberty is a function of the law applied equally to all.

Think about what it meant when John Roberts, Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, elevated the president above the law. It is not a mistake that we are now struggling to maintain our grip on our liberty. It is not an accident that our right to vote or the freedom of the press is under attack.

Liberty means “the quality or state of being free, including the freedom to live, act, and express oneself without unnecessary or oppressive control by an authority.” ~ Merriam Webster Dictionary

America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

This not a lyric celebrating mass deportation or the ruin of our alliances. It is not a rousing cry of division. It is the opposite. It is a prayer for innate good that inspires brotherhood – friendship, loyalty, support – as a defining characteristic of the diverse people and leaders of the land.

Think about the ugly divisive rhetoric pouring out of the White House and amplified by the fox. Then consider these famous words:

“A house divided against itself cannot stand” ~ Abraham Lincoln

We watched the maga dairy farmer weep. She is in danger of losing her farm. Her work crew has been deported or gone into hiding. She has no help and can’t afford to pay potential employees a living wage. I indulged in a predictable rant and Kerri was generous enough to listen throughout. Here’s the nutshell: She voted for it. She cheered and waved a sign that read “Mass Deportation”. Why is she surprised?

I’ll never understand why working people EVER vote for a republican. For the majority of my lifetime, the Grand Ole Party has exploited working people, demonized immigrants and the poor using vile stereotypes. It is a strategy meant to divide people in order to move the nation’s wealth to the upper 1%. It is not a mystery that the majority of Americans can no longer afford to live. Leo Tolstoy‘s words perfectly capture my belief about republicans:

“I sit on a man’s back choking him and making him carry me, and yet
assure myself and others that I am sorry for him and wish to lighten his
load by all means possible… except by getting off his back.”

America The Beautiful. It is penned with words – and beliefs – like Grace and Freedom and Nobleness and Brotherhood and Mercy, inspired from the moment a poet – a woman – stood atop Pikes Peak and glimpsed our nation’s potential. An aspirational poem for a diverse nation, written by a social reformer, and made into a song for all people – all people – to sing.

Think about the words – really think about the message carried by those words – and carry those words with you when you step into the voting booth next month.

(the largest voting block in the USA are people who do not vote. Please help people find their way to the polls. Help them to protect their rights, to ensure their liberty through law)

Earth Interrupted 1, 48″x53″, mixed media on canvas

read Kerri’s blogpost about GLOWING PLUMES

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Shadow and Substance [David’s blog on Two Artists Tuesday]

“Even in the valley of the shadow of death, two and two do not make six.” ~ Leo Tolstoy

When I am stuck or empty of thought, when I do not know what to write about, I sometimes jump into quotes to get me moving. The quote is like a pebble that starts an avalanche. This quote assures me that there is sense to be made, that there are universal rules that apply to all. We are born. We all die. Gravity keeps our feet on the ground even though the ground is a ball spinning through space. Two and two make four, even if the current occupant of the White House insists that it is six.

“A false friend and a shadow attend only while the sun shines.” ~ Benjamin Franklin

I have a theory about maga republicans. They are false friends, keeping close to their dear-leader as long as the sun shines. Sundown is coming, if not already here. They are already fading. Some have stopped attending but they have already rendered themselves as substance-free, nothing more than shadow. The question becomes, “Will we believe them when they claim to be thought-full, 3 dimensional, independent, caring and well-intended representatives of their constituents?” I hope not. I hope we-the-people have more substance than that, a higher expectation of the people who are meant to represent us.

“There is no easy walk to freedom anywhere, and many of us will have to pass through the valley of the shadow of death again and again before we reach the mountaintop of our desires.” ~ Nelson Mandela


There is a dial called “If they gain, we lose,” that the wealthy twist every time this nation actually approaches equality. It’s a very old dial, installed at our nation’s inception. It has been extremely useful for protecting privilege when the greater rabble question the inequities in a nation purportedly based on the ideals of equality and freedom-and-justice-for-all. The current lot have been cranking the dial. Despite their fears and repeated efforts to divide us, to demolish democracy and enrich their holdings, the mountaintop of our desires remains. Perhaps this will be our last pass through the valley? Perhaps we will finally be willing and able to disconnect the dial, erase the concocted divisions and, together, reach the mountaintop?

“Beware that you do not lose the substance by grasping at the shadow.” ~ Aesop

Growing older, stacking experiences, is a great teacher of shadow versus substance. Our nation has just passed its 250th year though it seems locked in a cycle of shadow-grabbing. Separating substance from shadow is a skill that comes from an honest review of history. The good, the bad, and the ugly – all of it – is necessary for clarifying what matters and what does not. Is a ballroom essential while the people starve? Is a president profiteering from his office an official duty that betters the community and advances our society? It begs two related questions: How long are we will to pretend that shadow is substance? How long can we enable shadow-grasping before we lose our national substance, before we become nothing more than a shadow?

“When virtue is lost, benevolence appears, when benevolence is lost right conduct appears, when right conduct is lost, expedience appears. Expediency is the mere shadow of right and truth; it is the beginning of disorder.” ~ Lao Tzu

A pebble starts an avalanche.

read Kerri’s blogpost about THE SHADOW

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Full Stop [David’s blog on Not So Flawed Wednesday]

“All colors are friends of their neighbors and lovers of their opposites.” ~ Marc Chagall

I was awake last night. As I stared at the ceiling I wondered if, after a lifetime of painting, I knew the first thing about color. Or brushes. Or surfaces. I wondered if I am shedding knowledge or never really gained it in the first place. I supposed that it probably does not matter either way as long as my eyes are open and I appreciate what I see.

Whether or not any knowledge sticks misses the point. Staring into the dark I managed to parse the difference between curiosity and information-gathering. I am and always have been a teflon-studier, a miserable retainer of detail. I like to roll up my sleeves and “see what happens”. I suppose I’ve made it a practice to regularly challenge what I think I know…

Staring into the dark I managed to laugh at the river of dross that regularly runs through my mind. It’s a wonder I can sleep at all.

The coneflowers nearly knocked me over. The orange with red against the green was so vibrant I almost had to look away. I like going to the garden center. Flowers are great teachers of color. So are walks in the woods. The garden center is a festival of color saturation while the woods are more of a quiet prayer.

I keep close at hand a National Geographic article about the color of human skin. We do ourselves a disservice to reduce each other to black-and-white. We are a full spectrum of color, glorious in the range of tint-to-shade. We could learn much from Marc Chagall’s observation of the color wheel. Rather than use our skin color to divide-and-conquer, to caste ourselves, to foment blather like eugenics and supremacy, we might open our eyes and see: “All colors are friends of their neighbors and lovers of their opposites.”

Together we are glorious. Separate we are without reference; flat and bland.

Full stop.

read Kerri’s blogpost about CONEFLOWERS

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Beautiful Together [David’s blog on Not So Flawed Wednesday]

The bouquet came with pink roses. We bought it for the daisies. We could find no bouquet of daisies-by-themselves so the pink roses came home, too. After being sorted out, the daisies went one way and the roses another, eventually landing on Kerri’s night stand.

It’s important to keep in mind that my sweet wife is not a pink-appreciating-girl. She’s a black-thermal-wearing, boot and blue jeans girl. She likes her daisies because they are simple. I believed the pink roses would go through their short life mostly unappreciated.

I was wrong. The next day I found her staring at the arrangement. “I really, really like those,” she said. In our house very few things get a double-really. I can’t remember anything in pink that has ever received a single-really. And, more surprising than her double-really was how much I liked them, too. A pop of pink. They evoked a smile every time I entered the room.

“Who knew!” I said, in a fit of reverse-eloquence, adding, “We should always have flowers on your nightstand.” I meant it, too. I’m particularly fond of anything that evokes happiness, especially in these dark days of idiocracy.

As you might imagine, the pink roses were subjected to several photo shoots. Even in their decline they were kind enough to pose for a picture. There is intense beauty in aging if one has the eyes to see it. I suspect the pink roses are teaching me to open my eyes to the beauty in my present age-and-stage. Rather than stare into the mirror and ask, “Good god, what happened to me?” I am now more capable of measuring myself against the moment I am in rather than comparing myself to the 30 year old I imagine myself to be.

I am not that. I am this.

Besides, I was not all-that when I was 30. Why compare myself to a delusion rather than appreciate fully the reality of the moment?

I kiss Kerri on the forehead, telling her, “You are beautiful.”

“I don’t look like I used to!” she deflects my compliment. I considered sending her immediately to the bedroom to have a chat with the waning pink rose but, instead chose another path.

“Neither do I,” I said. “Looks like we’re going to grow more beautiful together.”

read Kerri’s blog about PINK ROSES

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The Reason [David’s blog on Merely A Thought Monday]

“[Teddy]Roosevelt had come to believe that a strong government must regulate business. “The absence of effective State, and, especially, national, restraint upon unfair money-getting has tended to create a small class of enormously wealthy and economically powerful men, whose chief object is to hold and increase their power,” he said.

After all, he said, “[t]he object of government is the welfare of the people.” ~ Milwaukee Independent

It reads like copy from today yet it’s from a speech Roosevelt gave in 1912. The times have changed but the tension remains the same. The question is as it was then: is the object of government the welfare of the people – all of the people – or is it to protect the prosperity of the few?

Theodore Roosevelt believed that the purpose of government was to prosper the people. In today’s parlance that would make him a Democratic Socialist. Government must be strong in order to regulate corporations. Government is the firewall that protects the people from corporate greed and exploitation.

The current occupant of the White House and the contemporary republican party believe the opposite: The purpose of government is deregulation and tax cuts for the wealthy few. It’s an agenda that serves a long debunked claim that wealth will trickle down. It doesn’t. It never has. It never will. It creates “…a small class of enormously wealthy and economically powerful men, whose chief object is to hold and increase their power.”

The purpose of DOGE was not to cut waste, fraud and abuse. The purpose of DOGE was to cut oversight and regulation of corporate activity. We are feeling the effects of a weakened government oversight in the grocery store, at the gas pump, in the gutting of healthcare and the social safety net.

“Over the past five decades, economic analyses indicate that roughly $50 trillion to $80 trillion in aggregate income and wealth has been redistributed upward or concentrated into the highest-earning brackets away from the bottom 90% of Americans.”

The cuts to healthcare, to Medicaid, to SNAP…to every program that served the welfare of the people pays for an enormous tax cut extended to the already morbidly wealthy. It is the centerpiece of the republicans’ One Big Beautiful Bill. It balloons our national debt. Much of the damage is yet to be felt since they courageously (I’m being facetious) planned for the majority of the cuts to take effect AFTER the midterms.

Today is Labor Day. It has a history and a purpose: “Workers formed unions and held rallies. On September 5, 1882, the first Labor Day parade was held in New York City when 10,000 workers marched for better pay and conditions.”

Although the cost of living has escalated, the last raise to the minimum wage was in 2009.

The republicans under the current occupant of the White House have convinced many people at the bottom of the economic ladder that government is the problem. It’s not corporate greed. It’s not corporate influence in Washington D.C., it’s not that business driven policy and purchased-politicians that weaken the role of government… The MAGA cult famously votes – and continues to vote – for its own exploitation. They cheer the wreckage of the firewall built to protect them.

It’s Labor Day. It’s time for us to remember the reason why we gather this day and place our focus and intention on the workers. It’s time for us to remember that “the object of government is the welfare of the people.”

It is time for the people to reclaim their government from the small class of enormously wealthy people who exploit the people at every turn. And, more to the point, it is time for this nation to exit the question: is the object of government the welfare of the people – all of the people – or is it to protect the prosperity of the few? This nation has always prospered when the welfare of the people are the object of policy. It teeters when our government is hijacked and used to protect the wealth of the few.

We are a government of, by, and for the people. A government for the people. It’s in our founding documents. It is the reason why we vote, why we have the right to vote. It is the reason the republicans and this president are assaulting our right to vote from every direction.

It’s Labor Day. It’s time to remember that working people had to fight for their rights. They are not a given. They are tenuous. It’s time for us to realize how hard this administration is working to strip us of our rights, to gut the government whose purpose is to protect the welfare of the people while it is working overtime to protect “a small class of enormously wealthy people, whose chief object is to hold and increase their power.”

What will you do now and in November to protect your rights, especially your right to vote in free and fair election, given that this might be our last Labor Day celebrated by people governed by a system rooted in the belief that the people should choose their leaders – and not the other way around?

read Kerri’s blog post about LABOR DAY

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