Fat Tuesday
Raining outside, a gentle spring rain and the sky is overcast. There are days like this, to remind that every cloud has a silver lining. The wildflower seeds that I scattered yesterday are responding, as I write, to the H²0 that moistens, softens the outer covering. The inner living kernel will activate soon… Stay tuned.
“Every silver lining also has it’s cloud,” is equally true. I continue to stammer inwardly at the Oval Office press conference that happened two days ago. The President of Ukraine was berated, “dressed down” as if he were a child, ill-dressed for the occasion. First a curbside as our President made a snarky joke about the Ukrainian’s manner of dress. The issue surfaced again shortly as the camera’s rolled, when an administration endorsed reporter asked Zelensky whether he owned a suit…
Zelensky was and is more of a man than anyone seated around him in that press conference. As the leader of a nation at war with a superior adversary, his own life, and that of his people at risk, 24×7 – has the right to dress as he pleases, no explanation owed to anyone.
This is Fat Tuesday. Though this world is as “fucked up” as it has ever been, this place is home. And is worth our devotion, and our defending.
How about a tune? I think this will serve us well: Crimson Mask by Cool Sounds.
