Jesus, Mary & Joseph

I don’t know what to say about mothers & children. But to say nothing seems compliant or do I mean, complicit?

Mothers and children.

Mary and Jesus come to mind.
‘Tis the season.

I spent some of the holiday week among loved ones who voted for the current occupant of the White House. They dislike him too. They are appalled too. They hoped for the best but feared the worst when they voted along their party line. “We knew who he was,” they said. (We all knew who he was.)

Neither of us is affected by his antics, not directly; but plenty are and we don’t have to go as far as the border.

Others double down on seemingly rational explanations for each atrocity refusing to see that the Emperor isn’t (and never has been) wearing clothes. “There are hungry children here,” they say. “We need Saudi oil. Guns protect us. Trees & leaves are dangerous. Romaine lettuce too. Hillary. Hillary.”

For them, democracy has become a trophy sport and winning is what matters no matter that there is nothing here to win but heartbreak and hell and highwaters.

Jesus loves the little children.
We hold these Truths to be self-evident.
I have a dream.

Do you?


The Season of Advent

Let the preparations begin!

This Vermont Life


from the Latin adventus

meaning “coming”or arrival

especially of something extremely important

In mountain climates like ours, we have no choice but to “prepare” for the upcoming holidays of light given that they serve as the threshold of winter–no matter what our religious affiliation (or lack thereof.)

For New Englanders, it’s time for snow tires and scrapers, woolen socks and mittens, down comforters and flannel sheets, the wood pile and the woodstove, the plow poles and the shovels–and a deeper affection for the summer basil and the berries buried deep in the freezer.

The gardening books are returned to their shelves, and the poetry takes their place on the coffee table. Long neglected novels are unearthed at bedsides, and snuggling “in” supplants late nights at the pond.

All this preparation makes me wonder about those in warmer climates: How do they welcome the Season of Advent?

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