 |
| "Warehouse window": photograph |
Want music?
Click here for Judith Hill, Hallelujah,
then click back on this blog tab or here to listen as you browse, or not?
An endless stream of sameness.
One day after another, dotted by occasional departures.
A lot of, "what day is this?"
Using food and naps as a filler all too often.
Ample opportunity to reorganize and purge.
Mostly I am grateful for now and before.
I have decided to write a gratitude card each day
to people in my life, from now and before
who have greatly enhanced my life.
I have done a few cards already,
and the reaction, was to check if I was ill?
No, I am not, but I have a lot of people to thank.
It will take a while and I need to get started.
Therapy is expensive and, oftentimes, it can be tough to find a therapist that your insurance plan covers. But the idea of going to therapy can also feel so intimidating and shrouded by stereotypes that people avoid it altogether. Hearing about other people's experiences with therapy, and the best advice their therapist has given them, can be encouraging, and take away some of that stigma.
Teen Vogue spoke with 50 people of different races, genders,
ages, sexualities, and identities about the issues they grapple within therapy, and the best advice their therapist has given them.
Click
here, for a long read when time allows?
Just because ...
 |
| PalmCockatoo |
FOR SOME PERSPECTIVE ON OUR CURRENT SITUATION:
Janet Batchler, July 8, 2020. She writes:
I've been thinking a lot about the Blitz.
During
WW2, for 9 months straight, the Germans bombed London and other major
cities in Great Britain. Every night, for weeks at a time with no break.
Here's
what the Londoners did: They went to a complete blackout every night.
Every night. All lights out. All windows covered with blackout curtains.
As a result, the Germans couldn't see their targets (such as St. Paul's
Cathedral), and had to drop their bombs flying blind.
Everyone stayed inside. Most people went underground, spending their nights in basements or crammed into Tube stations.
*****
Everyone. Every single night. ***** If even a handful of people had
kept their lights on, it would have helped the Luftwaffe find their
targets. But everyone did their part.
Here's what the Londoners didn't do:
They didn't argue that they had the right to keep their curtains open.
They didn't say that the bombings were a hoax or that they would stop on their own.
They didn't say that it was dangerous to be out at night without any lights.
They didn't insist that businesses had to stay open in the evenings to prop up the economy.
They
didn't say that the experts didn't know what they were talking about or
insist that their uninformed opinions were just as valid.
Nope. They pulled their curtains shut. They went underground. They took care of each other.
They
**put the interests of the community ahead of their own** personal
self-interest, in one of the most remarkable feats of communal courage
the modern world has seen.
My father lived
through the Blitz. He didn't talk about it much. He lost almost all his
friends in the Blitz and the War. (Many years later, this led him to
move to America, where he ended up starting a family (me) 20 years later
than most of his peers.)
But he carried the lessons of the Blitz to America with him. He'd seen what could happen when an entire country did what was in the best interests of all.
And
when he saw people acting selfishly and stupidly in their own self-interest, he'd brand those people with the phrase. "I'm all right,
the hell with you."
I'm all right, the hell with you.
*** When you refuse to wear a mask in public, you're saying, "I'm all right, the hell with you." ***
When you insist that bars and beaches and gyms open up because you're bored, you're saying, "I'm all right, the hell with you."
When
you demand that other people's children go back to school in patently
unsafe environments, you're saying, "I'm all right, the hell with you."
We aren't being asked to run for shelter the second we hear an air raid siren.
We aren't being asked to huddle underground all night surrounded by strangers.
We
aren't being asked to emerge every morning, wondering if our homes and
everything we own still exists (2 million homes were destroyed during
the Blitz — but only 30,000 Londoners died, because of the precautions
they took).
*** All we have to do is stay home and wear masks. ***
What
we need to do to stem the spread of this pandemic is so easy. Almost
every other country in the world has managed to do it. But we haven't.
I wish we had the courage of London during the Blitz.
I wish we had the concern for our neighbors that Londoners showed to one another during the Blitz.
But apparently, we are a country of people proudly proclaiming, "I'm all right, the hell with you."
Is that who you want to be?
Stay home. Wear your mask
