Saturday... I stay up late, I sleep late... I read from bed, going on social media and feel obliged to correct some misrepresentations of history comparing protesters to Brown shirts before getting out of bed... then read a full 30 page chapter of The Battle Cry of Freedom before getting up (looks like we're finally going to get rid of slavery now that Grant is in charge), shower, Ben Harper steel guitar music while cooking breakfast, it's cloudy, high of 55, previous night required electric blanket, walk up the block and back, wave to each neighbor who walks or drives past (I'm just about the only one under 50), drink Irish Breakfast black tea, Kukicha twig tea, and Genmaitcha green tea (it's got toasted brown rice...) while reading more about the Civil War inside and on the dock on the completely placid water (Sherman has taken Atlanta, and Sheridan rallies in the North in a come from behind victory), watch part of Ken Burns' Civil War (episode 4), Gettysburg on the horizon, the North will pull it off though, eat some fish accompanied by pasta and veggies, talk with friends on Zoom (Jac and his love embark on a bicycle journey in Europe tomorrow) while the sun finally shines on the Green Mountains almost until 9, enjoy a glass of Tennessee Bourbon whiskey and then a couple local IPA's (one single, one double) from Saratoga and Schroon Lake in the Adirondacks, share some of my favorite Carl Jung with the world, listen to the best rock music from 1968, having listened to 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, and 67 recently, eating potatoes in front of a roaring fire, thanking life

1st things first. I give thanks I am living life as well as I am, and ask love for continuance with those I love

Today is Chung Fu day

I’m attempting to understand people’s true natures so that I can cooperate with others for our mutual benefit.  Sometimes though, historical circumstance leads to disagreements which require fights, whether verbal or physical, and through development of mind, body and spirit, I intend to be able to defend when necessary.  Chung Fu involves “Wind over the lake.”  I recall when I went to Heart Lake and saw the eagle, which reminded me of my grandfather who always was willing to lend a helping hand, but joined the armed forces when they had to make their stand against authoritarian races who were fighting to rule the land.  There’s a good reason that eagle has an olive branch held up wherever it may face, but some archer’s arrows out back, just in case.  Sometimes you need to be tough, sometimes you can glide, but always remember your truth which resides inside

Love and understanding through knowledge and wisdom gained from exploration of experiences

Everyone has a rough road at some time, but when we're talking about politics and the laws which shape our opportunities in life, African-Americans have quite a tougher slog than we with less melanin.

I am reading a book about 700,000 casualties of a war to free 4 million enslaved human beings, after which equality before the law became the law of the United States.

A month before that, I read about a war where tens of millions were sacrificed in the battle to stop racist authoritarianism.  Integration of our armed forces was followed a decade later by mixing education and a decade later by ending segregation and ensuring voting when choosing political representation.

Such freedom spreading is the glory of our American story. 

Rockin

I usually love the rocks, and sometimes I want to throw them... more often I want to skip them on the water

Love inside, outside