Life consists of these
Tulip-tree moth on American flag flown over the U.S. Capitol
This Fourth of July leaves me grumpier than usual. Frankly, parades, red, white, & blue flags drooping in the relentless humidity and heat, are so hard to bear. This country. Right now. The hurtful words and hate filled behavior; the daily spew of news, whether in print or digital, highlighting killings, lawsuits, lying politicians, foreign wars and natural disasters…
I wonder at this: have we forgotten that WE are the country; WE are the democratic process; WE have the choice to be empathetic and rational versus revengeful and irrational with our words and in our behavior?
Small ways matter. In small towns and large ones. From smiling at new neighbors as a welcome while not knowing or caring of their political party affiliation, to picking up litter lining the gutter in your neighborhood, to volunteering for a local food pantry - all are the actions that truly matter. We are the Fourth of July at the end of all the brouhaha. I remind myself of this often, but somehow this year, it has escaped me.
What of you?
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