For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: chime!
Chime in! Raise your voice! Vote! If you are not a US citizen, ask a friend who is a US citizen: have you voted? Do you need a ride? Do you need encouragement? Please chime in! Vote!
One person, one vote.
This is the funny pine, branches reflected and disturbed in the lake.
Water is endlessly beautiful and magical and sometimes terrifying.
I am at the District 5020 Rotary Youth Exchange Conference. World wide over 8000 students go on exchange to learn about another country and add to international peace and understanding every year.
For Wordless Wednesday.
For the Daily Prompt: calling.
I didn’t see the flag in this picture until I reviewed it. It’s the mountain that I see. No matter how much fuss and noise people make, the world and the universe are still so much bigger.
I propose a quiet week.
I propose a week off.
No twitter.
No video.
No tapes.
No attention: that is, a week where we do not mention He Who We Are Tired Of.
We don’t read the twitter
the tweets
the discord
the insults
the stunts
the anger.
We interview the laundry worker at the White House.
“How are things?”
“Quiet. Today we are bleaching.”
“Wow, those sheets are really white.”
“Yes. They are.”
We interview a gardener at the White House.
“How are things?”
“Quiet.”
“Any problems?”
“There is a mole in the South Lawn.”
“Wow. Is that a problem?”
“Not really. Someone could step in a hole and hurt an ankle.”
“Are you using poison?”
“Oh, no, that wouldn’t be nice. We’ve done research and a live capture will move her to a really beautiful meadow in Alexandria. The owner likes moles. We send some South Lawn dirt along to keep her from being upset. We’re been very successful with this program, no complaints.”
“None have come back?”
“The bridges are a bit much for moles. They haven’t tried though, they usually find Alexandria quieter. The Easter Egg hunt is a bit stressful for moles, all those crowds.”
“That’s great! How wonderful.”
“Yes, all quiet here. I love my job.”
“Well, that’s the White House and Washington, DC update for today. Tomorrow we talk to a congressional window washer. They have an amazing view!”
For the Daily Prompt: trademark.
This is taken at the Haller Fountain yesterday. We were waiting for friends. It was such a beautiful day and the sun warmth and sound of the water was gorgeous.
Peace and love be with you.
I like the two sets of knees in this….
My daughter and I marched yesterday.
She decided to come home from college for the weekend, planning to leave Saturday night. I decided not to go to the Seattle Womxn’s march, but do the Port Townsend one and asked her to join me.
We went out to breakfast and then to our small downtown. I no longer have television and look at news sites daily though a bit erratically, so neither of us had a pink hat. I wore my Mad As Hell Doctors t-shirt, my lab coat from working at the National Institutes of Health with the National Cancer Institute Patch, my Rotary name badge and pins gathered from going across the country trying to get medicare for all, single payer health care, from 2009 until now.
Four bus loads went from our county to the Seattle march. We heard that the Bainbridge ferry was FULL. That is, they couldn’t not take any more walk on people. Another thirty people or more flew to the Washington DC march. And in Port Townsend, my guess is that we still had 200-300 people, women, men and children, people in wheelchairs, babies, gay, lesbian, straight, bi, trans, that marched from a small park downtown to the Haller Fountain. Galetea, naked statue at the fountain, sported a pussy hat.
Our local organizer spoke and our House Representative, Derek Kilmer.
Older women spoke about demonstrating over and over in their lives. A friend of mine called me up to help her sing Holly Near’s Singing for Our Lives, making up new verses on the fly. They invited people to speak.
I spoke: “I am one of your local doctors. I want to be able to treat anyone who comes to my clinic. We are one nation: health care for all. No discrimination: medicare for all.”
Home then, and tired. My daughter has decided she wants to learn guitar, to play while people sing. I taught her basic chords and basic strumming. We sang Jamaica Farewell. She picks it up immediately, after all of those years of viola. And she will take one of my father’s guitars back to college.
And this is amazing: https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2017/01/21/world/womens-march-pictures.html?smid=fb-share
Blessings all around.
Physicians for a National Health Care Program: http://www.pnhp.org/
I am tired of fighting
I am tired of fighting for justice
I am tired of fighting discrimination
I am tired of fighting for health care for all
I am tired of fighting insurance companies
I am tired of fighting medicare’s contractee
I am tired of fighting for prior authorization
I am tired
I heal
I am a healer
I am trying to heal patients
I am trying to help patients heal
I am a healer
I help heal cancer
I help heal heart disease
I help heal PTSD
I help
heal cancer
heal heart disease
heal PTSD
heal addiction
I am a healer
heal the insurance company
heal the medicare contractor
heal the pharmaceutical company
heal
heal anxiety
heal depression
heal addiction
I will fight no more forever
I heal
The legs in the photograph don’t look delicate, do they? They are strong and beautiful and powerful. I took this at the National Junior Synchronized Swimming Competition in 2009. Those girls on the edge of being women are strong, they are a team, they work and play together. They have the skills and the strength to lift their bodies out of the water that far using their arms… think about the practice and strength needed to do that. We all want to heal and create fun and play and beauty. Let’s work as a team.
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On Friday I was at the Washington State Swim and Dive Championships, at the Weyerhauser Pool in Federal Way, with our small town swim team. The girls did a great job and every race that they’d qualified for at districts, they also qualified for finals. None in the top eight, but all in the top 16.
The parents and our young women were excited and delighted. The pool is Olympic size with international flags hanging in two parallel rows along the roof. I love the flags and was admiring them. My daughter and I went to that pool for the first time when she was 8, for the National Junior Synchronized Swimming Competition. We volunteered to help at the competition.
Hearing the news of more bombs and shootings later in the day, I felt terribly sad. But there is hope in peoples’ kindness: in the culture of girls’ high school swimming each team does a cheer at the start of the meet. And the tradition is to do a cheer for the other team.
Finals started with cheers before the National Anthem. I asked my daughter if the cheers were for the other team and she said, “No, not at the State Competition.”
I am not cheering for anyone who has committed violence. But I am cheering for the voices of tolerance and love and peace and refusal to generalize hate on all sides. I hope we can all remember to cheer for the other team.
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