I don’t know, is it just me or is anyone else tired of the post election blues? Geez, is this the first time one side has won and the other has lost. Happens every dang four years people. I’ve pretty much have avoided talking about this election because it is generally a divisive event and this year is a doozy with a cherry on top.
But instead I’m going to write about doing the dishes. By the way, has anyone done them lately? Life goes on and most of life is perspiration, remember? It’s time we started getting on with things and perspire a little. That’s my take but I’m done talking about it.
I’m just going to write about doing the dishes. Hardly anything more basic than that, salt of the earth and all that. Time to go get on with it. The sink is piled high with coffee cups and greasy, yea whatever that is? It’s time to roll up our sleeves and get ready for tomorrow.
We don’t have a dishwasher here at Raven Ranch. We like to get really intimate with our dirty dishes. It’s good to remember this good meal and that good meal and oh yea those tapas, that was fun. And beyond that I am beginning to personally identify with those dirty dishes these days. Just like the hospital where we come to get help to get cleaned up. Or going to a weekly church service to ask for forgiveness and maybe touch the hem of Jesus’s garment.
I’ve come to enjoy my flock of dirty dishes. They all have gone out and done what I have asked them to do for me and in the process have been used, abused and dirtied. Yea, well that sounds familiar to me. And they have circled back to be renewed.
Well, a blog post that is not that glorious maybe but it’s a part of me, of us. I am really calling on us to come together and rededicate ourselves to our tasks at hand however humble we may see them. People count on us and we count on each other.
Forty minutes before Catherine picks me up for Mass, must go shower. Yup, love you as always. So glad that you came. Alperfect, Felipe.x.
Good Morning Felipe,
What an uplifting post to wake up to this morning. Good food for thought. The morning after the election, I got out of bed feeling this desire to go dig a ditch. Of course, I didn’t. I promptly sat myself down in front of the news. Your call to go out and perspire a little is good for all of us…no matter who we are, or whether life is going good or bad for us. Keep inspiring us to chop wood, carry water, wash our dishes. Off to church now. Enjoy your day.
Buen Camino,
Joy
Joy ~ hi, glad you checked in. Just got done with three hours of raking leaves. Now I’m going to flake out and watch football. Enough perspiration for a Sunday. What’s new there? Are you going to get down this way one of these days to walk the trail? Have a walk here at 3:30 today, can’t be flakey too long. See ya, Felipe.x
I honestly don’t think I’ve really ever experienced grief before. That seems hard to believe, as I am 68 years old. But I have had a relatively trauma-free life. I have always had an even temperament, not prone to depression, usually just content with life despite external dissatisfactions at times. I was a little sad when my parents died, but not wracked with sobbing sadness the way my friend was at her father’s death. They had a pretty good run, so that’s okay.
But this . . .this is beginning to sound like what people describe as the stages of grief. Numbness at first. Disbelief and denial. That was the last five days. And now, well fear is the main thing I feel now. And anger, and a deep deep disappointment, betrayal really. And yes people say oh it’s no different than each time we change directions. But it feels different. There are huge protest marches in the streets—that’s different. There are hateful activities occurring by people who feel vindicated in being hateful now. They say we survived eight years of Bush, we’ll survive this. But let me point out that millions of people did not survive Bush—they went to war, and civilians were killed and displaced and the whole region lit up like whack-a-moles on fire. Things won’t be that bad, say the appeasers. Yes I think of them in terms of Nazi appeasers, because Nazi Germany happened, right in front of the decent German peoples’ noses. It happened.
I don’t fear death per se, but I find that I do fear death due to denial of health care. I fear for everyone’s health. And I am inconsolably angry at our stupid country for not having universal health care like every other civilized country, and even some not so civilized ones.
And yes I know Soul does not get involved with these worldly matters. Soul is beyond that. Soul is eternal, and we do have all the time in the world.
And this is a beautiful blog post and I love it. It’s exactly what we need to hear and do. But pardon me while I grieve for my once great country. And I will get right to those dishes as soon as I’m done grieving.
Thank you My Rebecca for this thoughtful comment. First and foremost I would most want to calm your fears. Please study your fear. Ask, does it match the situation or is it bigger than it needs to be. Is it fueled by factors other than the situation itself? Just saying. Calmness is a Christlike commodity that seems in short supply right now. Just sayin, love, Phil.
I love you guys so much. that’s all. Just love you!
Annie ~ I know, aren’t we the cuddliest? Love you back, Felipe and company.