I was writing a small story today for my Mastodon account inspired by some field work I did yesterday. I was moving pasture fencing and taking a break from the hot sun. The sheep were deep in the shadows. Me, too.
Here is my Mastodon story:
Here is a poem taken from it:
When you are working
in a field
the word‘shade’ has added meaning.
A‘breeze’ has even more meaning.
A breeze while resting in the shade carries deeper meaning still.
I got a little carried away with my emotions and rhetoric in the post below, but a very large chunk of me says that while I am busy hating here, I am also busy loving my little hollar and neighborhood and home and country, too.
This post and the gentle pushback by both Amy Perrault and Daniel Bassill is what keeps me going online. These folk care and have an equally valid voice. That is no false equivalency. Thanks to them for caring enough to join in and make sense.
The lesson here: Nazis, mind yer owned damned business and if you can’t do that then “fuck you”. The power of Charlottesville is that a bunch of outsiders got told “fuck you” by a bunch of native sons and daughters.