A black banner hangs, partially obscuring the view that I made 366 images of from December 21, 2015 until December 21, 2016. The rain is appropriate on a day that is a sad day for me. The inauguration day of the 45th president of the divided states of america.
January 20, 2017
I started this long note on FB and realized that it's rather too long to continue there.
How long to mourn? Please message me if you would like a black arm band to wear. Nothing fancy .. just black cloth to be tied like a tourniquet to stop the hemorrhage and pay respect to the death of democracy? Hyperbole? Probably.
If you pray, think about healing. Staunch the flow of fear. Don't hate. Don't ridicule. Don't speak or write the name. Just mourn quietly for thirty days.. or as long as seems appropriate. In the Jewish faith they call that time period Shloshim. (Thank you Google).
I found that Buddhists set aside the 7th day (January 27th), the 49th day (March 10th) and the 100th day (May 1st) to mourn. Hopefully, we shall survive, but a palpable loss is upon us.
The story of the optimistic kid is appropriate here.
On the ranch, two kids were tasked to work in the stables. The first kid looked into the stable that was knee high in the stuff that horses leave behind. He took a couple of pitchforks full and quit. It was too much work.
The second kid disappeared into the stable and dung was flying out left and right. His dad was impressed with his hard work and stood back as the stuff kept flying like anything out of the stable. Finally, he stopped the kid and asked him to take a break.
Curious, he asked the kid, "Why are you going at this job with such fury?"
The kid mopped his brow and said, "With all this shit in here, there's got to be a pony!"
January 20, 2017
Michael Sheehan
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