I don't know about you, but it seems to me the entire world is shifting...figuratively and literally. And it's hard to tell whether this is a sunrise or a sunset....are you wondering, too?
Even out here JOTOLR, we can't cover our ears and eyes and pretend the world's struggles against oppression and torture don't exist; we can't continue to ignore (and allow to go un-redressed) the economic plights of honest citizens right here in America who have lost homes, jobs, dignity and their means to sustain themselves through the fraudulent and greedy practices of the banking and financial industry; we can't take refuge in ignoring the horrific landscapes, the political unrest, and ecological disasters fermenting across the globe; and we can't continue to cede this world to the power barons who seek to own it all.
Maybe it's my imagination, but the blogging world --at least at my level-- seems at the moment almost as if it is holding its breath. Is it just me, or does there seem to be a hush out there....maybe a feeling that Pollyanna isn't appropriate for the moment? I know I feel that way. It's as if there are a thousand more shoes to drop...and that we're all spectators in a worldwide unfolding drama of change.
Selfishly, I'm beginning to view our world out here JOTOLR as a sanctuary, with problems that are so miniscule as to be laughable: the pigs' water barrel, for example, has developed a leak thanks to their playing with it; consequently, how best do we fix it? The chickens keep getting out and scratching in my flower beds and making dust baths of my Creeping Flox. I can't find the small pump I bought with which to make an artificial pond here in the yard, for the summer. Should I plant petunias in the hanging baskets this year or wax begonias. You see what I mean?
Living simply, we don't create any wealth that needs defending; our power (struggle) is over three dogs, three bovines, four turkeys, a dozen or so chickens and three pigs.
So, I am torn: do I chitty-chat lightheartedly about the beautiful, the simple, the humorous, or the tiny tragedies we experience here JOTOLR (like a turkey massacre)? To do so sometimes seems arrogant on my part. On the other hand, maybe it's good to have relief from an agonized world now and again...
So, perhaps I need to remember that a few words shared with a small audience, embellished with a few pictures, five times during the week, sharing another side of life--remote as it might be from "real life" is perhaps a gift to a needy world. It is in that spirit that I continue to write about life in the slow lane....out here Just Off The One-Lane Road.