Dear President Trump, I’m not sure whether I’m really fighting a cold or am just tired, but yesterday morning I felt pretty awful and decided to take today as a sick day preemptively. It wasn’t really necessary since I seemed to have bounced back, but it was nice to be able to sleep in and … Continue reading Frailties, possibilities, and getting down to work
Spiritual Practices
If I’m worthy of love, then so is DJT…. sigh
Dear President Trump, How are you doing over there? Not so great, huh? I imagine you aren’t loving having the people you fired, but couldn’t truly tame or contain, telling their tales on you? And I bet you aren’t loving having the people you installed to do your bidding singing their ‘CYA’ ditties either. Then … Continue reading If I’m worthy of love, then so is DJT…. sigh
Tears and outrage, outrage and tears
Dear President Trump, I’ve already cried twice this morning. And have been outraged once. The morning is still young and it’s the anniversary of such an awful and impactful morning 18 years ago that there’ll probably be quite a few more strong emotions before it’s over. To get it out of the way, I’m going … Continue reading Tears and outrage, outrage and tears
Beginner’s mind
Dear President Trump, The big news flashes from my neck of the former woods is that today is my mom’s birthday and this morning Laura left for Atlanta to visit her brother over the holiday weekend. Our daughter will be housesitting over the weekend so it’s going to be an odd few days for the … Continue reading Beginner’s mind
Missing blessings and the weight of words
Dear President Trump, Maybe my Google search skills are faltering this morning, but I can’t find anything at all online about what either Chief Anne Richardson (Rappahannock tribe) or Chief Stephen Adkins (Chickahominy tribe) said in their respective blessings at the Jamestown commemoration yesterday. Nothing. Nada. There are references to the fact that they were … Continue reading Missing blessings and the weight of words
Gordian knots and fierce compassion
Dear President Trump, I just looked it up to make sure this angst I’m feeling over writing to you about you isn’t an existential crisis of some sort and it’s really not – it’s not at all that I feel my life lacks purpose or meaning. Rather, I think that once again you have me … Continue reading Gordian knots and fierce compassion
Blessing choice
Dear President Trump, Some days I know exactly what I want to write to you about because something’s been nagging at me or I think I have an especially good angle on an issue that I’ve not seen expressed. Those letters are usually the easiest to write even though the personal stakes tend to be … Continue reading Blessing choice
The universe seems to have stepped in with extra “be nice” reminders
Dear President Trump, Many moons ago I told you that I programmed my phone so that it plays chimes three times a day that roughly approximate the Muslim prayer times (except for the first thing in the morning and the last one at night since I do my loving-kindness prayers for us all at those … Continue reading The universe seems to have stepped in with extra “be nice” reminders
Faith in love
Dear President Trump, About six years ago I had what I refer to as my personal poetry year. I’d never written poetry before and except for one that popped out in 2016, I’ve not written any since. I barely recognized myself or my mind during those months of 2013 when it seemed like just about … Continue reading Faith in love
As long as the right people suffer and die, POTUS is good with it
Dear President Trump, This morning the emotions, including tears, were full on from the start – the very first headline of the very first WP article I saw got me going and I’ve been tremulous since. Here’s the headline (WP’s punctuation included): “An activist faced 20 years in prison for helping migrants. But jurors wouldn’t … Continue reading As long as the right people suffer and die, POTUS is good with it
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