Today, a man is being inaugurated in my country who many feel, myself included, is not qualified to be our president, who is not the best or even a good choice, and who is selecting other people to serve with him who don’t have the interests of all the people or other animals or the planet at heart. We worry that the constitution is being trampled upon, as well as our wilderness lands, that people we may not even know but are our neighbors nonetheless may suffer, if not we ourselves. It’s a sad day and yes, I feel a little depressed about it. Will I watch any of it on TV? Yes, at least some of it because it’s part of our history now, and I want to be a witness to what can happen when about half of our citizens who vote supported a candidate who ran on hate and fear instead of inclusion and diversity. I want to be informed, and sometimes that means looking at something that’s uncomfortable.
But at the same time, I feel hopeful, too, because I know there are many people who are fighting for me and for all people, for animals, for the earth itself. I will keep doing what I do. Support and love my family, my pets, the rights of all animals. Fight and stand up against injustice, racism, homophobia, religious bias, nationalism, speciesism, limiting voting rights, hurting the poor, discrimination of all sorts based on color, gender, sexual orientation, religious beliefs, income level, education, ethnicity, and more. I may disagree with you, but I’ll stand up for your civil and human rights, not just yours, but everyone’s. I can’t bury my head in the sand or burrow in my covers for four years and hope things change. I have to do what I do and speak up, write, make calls, and I will, peacefully resisting. I also hope, though don’t necessarily expect, that our new president will pleasantly surprise me in some way when campaign rhetoric gives way to real-life governing, though there has been no real evidence that will be forthcoming.
I just came in from outside, doing chores, and the sun is shining, there is a mix of gray and white clouds and lots of blue sky. I was playing “I Want To Know What Love Is” by Foreigner full blast. It’s a warm day for January, almost has a spring-like feel, and for today, that’s a good thing because spring is about growth and new life and hope, and a lot of us need a good dose of hope today. I’m a part of all this, of nature, of life itself, and no man or woman, no president, no committee, no tearing down anything that people worked hard to build up and will eventually have to be rebuilt by others, can ever take that away from me. I can never be separate from what I call my God. It’s home and it’s also healing. That’s something to be grateful for and to be inspired by. This afternoon, tonight, tomorrow, and in the days and weeks and months and years to come, life goes on, and I’ll do what I do. And this afternoon when I’m babysitting my little granddaughter, I’ll give her an extra special hug and see in her our future, our sweet children who don’t know anything about defining and dividing us because of skin color or religion or politics or other such things, and who also love to run and play outdoors in nature. Let’s learn a little something from the children in our lives while we’re at it and embrace them instead of trying to change them and make them grow out of it. All our lives and the life of the very planet we call home depend on it.
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