I will miss these trees(below) when I leave Texas – My Southern Series – (Mississippi, Louisiana, Tennessee, Texas) Mind you I did not do a travel assignment in Mississippi – but I witnessed it, the people, the ghost towns, and it’s crumbling infrastructure – the poverty. I spent yesterday driving on the back roads of Houston – bumpy. Graffiti behind me. Tents to the left and shanties before me. Old warehouses. Dented cars and twisted trees. I am lucky and in awe and crisis, at other times. I’m sure like you – I don’t have answers to anything. I wax and wane between being and believing in Capitalism and most times these days – witnessing just how unsustainable it feels to be. Sometimes I’m the most progressive of the progressive and other times – others may perceive me – as quite conservative. Snobby. Maybe.
The woods, I said I had distaste for have actually been an invaluable experience. The work I do as a Nurse – also. The journey here and there. The moments, my past, the current climate – all are Medicine. The person I judge, the people I distrust, the future. The governments. The white people. Yes – I have a weird thing with some of you. You see – you seem too silent to me – and vocal in all the wrong ways. Maybe. I’m just being honest. Maybe it’s not whiteness but wealth – that keeps you silent. Comfortable. Master puppets – so good at theatrics. Hmmm, yes. There’s too much theatre. All the while human life is being destroyed. For what?
We are like trees – juxtaposed. Beating hearts. Same hearts that provide the same function, no matter what. And yet our hearts don’t seem to be beating LIFE, these days – like these breathing trees. I don’t get it. And I do.
We seem to be holding our breath.
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