I still don't feel well and whether it's my head making my body feel sore and tired or whether it's my body making my head feel sad and teary, I do not know. See- this is one thing I miss about having periods. There were weeks of the month when I knew I was bound to be more tender, both in body and in mind but now there is no rhyme or reason, and I do not know whether the moon's own season still has its way with me or not.

I was walking this morning up Lloyd Subdivision Road which I find to be a most oddly named street, when I saw what could have been a large, beige dog but I knew immediately to be a deer and then yes, two more trotted across the road and when I got closer, one more bringing up the rear. Lady deer on the move, the males are shedding velvet and will soon be in rut. I love the way the does appear so silently and when they fade into the woods, there is no sign of them having passed. No sign at all.

It is a regular morning here in Lloyd, almost afternoon and I am hanging laundry on the line and the cat is napping on the newspaper and when I saw the flag at half-mast at the post office, it took me a moment to remember why and a young white guy was strolling up and back and up and back beside the parking lot and I have no idea why and my hackles rose a tiny bit but I do not think he was a terrorist.
I tried to watch the President's speech last night and I think he is trying to do the right thing but when is the day going to come when someone says, "Bloodshed only leads to bloodshed and we shall have that no more"?
Never.
Well, never anyone with the power to change things. We stubbornly insist on doing it the way we have always done it.
Even the Bible called for it. "And they shall beat their swords into plowshares," and no, it hasn't happened yet.

We are a violent species and we pick our tribes and we defend our borders, our rights, our religions, our beliefs, our everything we feel we must defend with bloody intent.
Over and over again.

Meanwhile, forgetting entirely that we are ultimately one tribe and we have one home which is sorely in need of defense and protection and nurturing and caring and action and love and that all of our children are all of our children and borders are made-up things and flags are made-up things but rivers and oceans and fields and forests and the air we breathe and babies are real.

That's all I have to say right now.

Love...Ms. Moon