Daily Blues & Views

 Our lives are becoming more virtual every day.  Seems as if the combination of the pandemic and the necessity to persevere with everything we desire has created a newfound dependence on our digital connections.  We buy clothing, linen, food, and now most of our holiday gifts online.  School is no longer about buildings and putting our seats together to work cooperatively.   We already know that things will not be the same if/when we experience some sort of normalcy, but now it seems as if some of those changes are coming into sharp focus exponentially.  Who will we be when our relationships with others outside our inner family circles tail off.  When the way we interact with others becomes limited?  Our experiences are transforming before our eyes.   What will be lost and gained without the in-person school?  Even now, as we watch live telecast sports events we see the haunting transformations.  Most notably are the empty...

 Looks like the Thanksgiving table will be much smaller this year.  Most folks will honor the  CDC cautions and keep their distance as COVID 19 seeks to darken the winter months with a spike.  People are probably missing their family members more this year after months of Zoom calls, Face Times, and all manner of restricted, distanced covered-up behaviors.   Hopefully, the new normal will have a positive side, health benefits, of course, but also a reflection on the importance of family and not taking things for granted.   Doing the holidays alone is an experience I wish for everyone.  Sure, it's rather sad, but at the same time can be enriching.  I've done it a few times, and like any good therapist will tell you, "it's just a day." Whether you sit with no one,  just one, or your entire family, Thanksgiving, in particular, is the stuff of memories.  Rich in family lore, it was, for many years the only non-corrupted holiday....

 Take a good look at the faces.  These are the people.  Look at the rigidity.  See their smiles.  Hear their voices and match that sound with the countenances you see. Take a good look at the faces.  They lie without batting an eye.   She is asked, will the President attend the inauguration of President-elect Biden?  She replies that the President will attend his own inauguration.  That is not the question; that is not going to happen.   Take a good look at the faces of these people.  These are the people who lust for power.  When that power is no more, they conveniently lapse into an alternative universe for their alternative facts.   Take a good look at the faces.  They belong to the wrong people.  The wrong people in the halls of power. Wrong. All, all, wrong.   Maybe their brains are wired differently than most others.  They certainly act like it.  Maybe they are not able to...

  So we wait for the incumbent to concede.  Most of us have stopped waiting because it's not possible.  Blood from a turnip and all that.  The refrain pulsing in my brain is this Dylan song.  I've listened to various versions in the last few days, but the original still shines bright.   Often when we return to a Dylan song after years of letting it lie, we find that the images are fresh and have new meanings for our time.  Like his idol, Woody Guthrie, Dylan is able to do that. The orphan with the gun sees the saints have begun to stir The sailors are seasick and the army is silent...holding onto nothing but a red hat. The harvest of coincidence leaves the artist without a brush to hold stepping stones lead away, but to where? Change your clothes don't answer the door Turn off the lights It's all over now. You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast Yonder stands your orphan wi...