In The Air

There is a sadness in the air this morning. Not a bad sadness. Not a depressing sadness. Just a sadness of acceptance. I really can’t explain beyond that. As always, words fail. They always fail.

Anyway – sadness. Sometimes I just have to accept what I feel without judging what I feel. The world would have me believe there’s something wrong with me. That somehow feeling an emotion God created me to feel is a failing. That I’m ill, broken, diseased. How can that be true? How can experiencing what I am designed to experience be wrong?

Sigh. Sometimes I think people don’t want me to feel because they don’t want to feel. They are afraid of their fears, their hurts, their pain. If they see it in others it only reminds them of their own.

Enough. I am as I am meant to be. If my light shines too brightly on you then turn away. Look down. Avert your gaze. I do not exist to make you feel comfortable. I do not exist to make your life easy. Your a grown ass adult, live like one. Stop making others behave in a manner so that you are prevented from seeing all of yourself. Do not push your cowardice onto me.

Cinnamon’s Resting Place

Honestly, she lays right there when I am writing in my journal every morning. She will either lay her head on my arm while I am writing, or she’ll reach out her paw and place it on my forearm.

Lord Acton on Liberty in 2016 | The Agonist

Which politician seeks power to do the right thing? And don’t give me that crap about differing opinions about what the ‘right thing’ is. Peace and prosperity, justice and humanity, opportunity and community are about as basic ‘right things’ as you can get. If your plan doesn’t promote those, you have no business in politics. (For that matter, you have no business in business and should go be a hermit so we don’t have to put up with your shit).

Source: Lord Acton on Liberty in 2016 | The Agonist