Musings: Wake Up Call

Woke up and made the mistake of looking at emails on my phone while lying in bed, which had the effect of a double shot of espresso, in terms of getting me up and out, dogs leashed, the three of us hurrying along, my head swirling with the angst and aggravation that the Internet so often brings.

And then, as invariably happens, the first streaks of pink in the east caught my eye, the soft halo around a waning golden moon, a flock of birds, circling, circling, circling, as one or two split off and went their own way — why? — before the rest finally settled onto telephone wires and the miracle of a sun rise happened yet again.

I stopped, I watched, I breathed, dogs sniffing, exploring the same world, in a different way. My head cleared, my heart slowed, peace returned, and I came home, looking for some good news to share.

Please go see the documentary Farmland, screening at 4:30 p.m. today in the KCC cafeteria. If you can't make it, catch it streaming on youtube, Netflix, or one of the other platforms.  We all need a better understand of where our food comes from, and those who produce it.

To borrow some Led Zeppelin lyrics: "Lots of people talkin', few of them know..."

Here's one trailer and another.

And though it's unrelated, this caught my eye:

Seems Australia's oldest man spends much of his time knitting sweaters for little penguins affected by oil spills, and beanies for premature babies.

If only the trolls who haunt this blog could find some meaningful purpose in their own stunted, shallow lives....