I can recall being 17 and not liking some parts of my body. Of course there were pimples, and my strong thighs seemed too big. It didn’t help that my brother teased me with “blubber butt” and my boyfriend called my face and nose “round”, not in a flattering way. Now, at 77, I love every part of my body that works, and am grateful for every day I have lived, even the hard ones.
March 8th marked 30 years since I bought my house – the little house in the woods on a little lake that has been my dream come true. As I walked around my yard the other day, I was drawn to the wood here and there, no longer covered with snow, but weathered and beautiful. I remembered how I used to “antique” things. All kinds of items, small or large, whether painted wood, plastic, or metal, I liked them so much more with that old, weathered look. Dry-brushed paint, speckle-sprayed, or sponged-on colors looked more real to me than a single, smooth, “perfect” color. Living in my own home and being an excellent scavenger (if I do say so myself) has allowed me to luxuriate in the real thing!
Maybe it’s my preference for all things natural. After all, how often do we see a single color, with no texture or variation in Mother Nature’s palette? Wood and water, sky and stone, foliage, fur, and feathers – their beauty is in their abundance of ever-changing elements.
I have come to appreciate the same in myself. You may have seen my poem Lines in my book, Enchanted. I’ve changed it a bit now that I see more lines and spots in the mirror.
Lines another year, a few more lines in the face looking back from the mirror
life lends her hand with meticulous care to etch the legends there of lucid days of lusty nights of messages shared about wrongs, about rights of laughter that lingers of smiles that last of longing of learning of leaving the past
I know that new freckles old scars and fine lines are the legible passage of time full of lessons and blessings that wipe away tears in this gift of a life I call mine
My dock is weathered because it’s lucky enough to exist in wind, sun, and water! So am I!The chair on my dock must have been yellow before I found it on the curb. This fits me better. Those golden screws are like the golden sun that holds my parts together.This chair is no longer safe to sit in, but might make a beautiful frame!My love for the simple, the old, the wabi sabi has given me a solid handle on my frugal life.This barn door, once a deep red, is reclaiming the beauty of the trees from which it came.Shutters clatter and laugh in the face of the weather they are meant to keep out.Once a rocking chair, weather has freed this “bent wood” to bend to its own artistic heart.Mother Nature welcomes her children back home…to their interdependent family…dressing them up for the party…reminding them that they have more life to give.More lines in my face, but hey — more lines in print, too! More gray in my hair, but hey — I’ve got hair, and lots of it! More fat in my belly, but hey — who will notice under my dress and jewelry gifted from friends in Africa! I don’t look so good in a swim suit, but hey — I have Greenie to swim with! I had a speck of cancer for a minute, but hey — it’s gone! I have less strength, less energy, but hey – good friends help me hang my precious memories on walls. I am lucky. I am grateful. Like weathered wood, I have more to give. So do you. Happy Birthdays to us!
Big thanks to Anthony V. Hall for taking this and other photos at my November African exhibit opening. Big thanks to Greg Andres, wherever you are, for taking the one of me in the … 60s? 70s?
You may have seen my little letter on my January 23rd Facebook post among so many postings by concerned (or outraged, to be honest) MInnesotans. The pictures there and the first six here are from the memorial space where I sang with a small group in remembrance of Renee Good, a peaceful protester shot multiple times and killed by ICE while in her car. On January 24th, Alex Pretti, another innocent citizen, was shot ten times while face down on the street. The next 15 photos show you some of the thousands of signs carried in the January30th march against ICE. The energy there was positive and exhilarating. As marches, small and large, continue to speak to the world, I encourage you to find a friend or 10 and join in. We are stronger, better, wiser, safer together.
The inhumane tactics of ICE agents and the abundance of powerfully creative yet peaceful resistance captured the attention of the nation and beyond. Marches, words, songs, and videos effectively demanded the withdrawal of most of the troops. But because we must not be silent in the face of continuing lies, lawlessness, and inhumanity, I’m posting my words again with just a few of the thousands of voices raised in protest at January 30th’s march against ICE. Who knows how long my blog will exist, but I want it to reflect how I feel about this troubling time in our history before I post a more fun birthday essay.
This Little Light of Mine
I’d planned to write myself a birthday blog to celebrate and share the joys of getting older. Stay tuned for that. But I’m compelled to shine some light on the darkness that has invaded the bright snowy land of Minnesota. I can’t be silent with my friends, neighbors, and country suffering and in grave danger.
Let me start by saying how proud I am of my fellow Minnesotans. While thousands are marching peacefully in the streets, others are bringing food, diapers, and other necessities to folks legitimately afraid to leave their homes. Many are speaking truth and singing hope, even as the federal government has shown how dangerous that can be. I have been hurting, but also lifted up by the little lights of others – the smiles of strangers and hugs from friends and like-minded acquaintances. Minnesota Nice is real.
I feel I owe this to my friends around the country and world, since it’s likely you are getting lies, or at least not getting the whole story. There is no justification for what ICE (US Immigration and Customs Enforcement) is doing here in Minneapolis. The video accounts we’ve seen and stories we’ve heard from trusted friends are too numerous and heartbreaking to recount, but they prove this surge of 3,000 federal agents is committing more crime than it’s preventing.
ICE is not going after the worst of the worst, (most of whom were already in prison) but anyone of color, with or without papers. Masked and armed with guns and chemicals, they are breaking windows and doors, assaulting and detaining even citizens and children, without the required warrants, dragging people to detainment centers here or in Texas and Florida, where their civil rights continue to be denied. The failure of agents to offer identification enables them and imposters to commit crimes like theft, physical and sexual assault, and abduction. Our bodies, hearts, and economy are suffering as ICE’s cruel tactics force people to hide in their homes, quiet and dark, afraid to go to work, school, medical appointments, or stores, much less seeking the social balm we all need. Teachers and caregivers strive to comfort children living with the kind of fear that leaves lasting wounds.
If this lawlessness and cruelty is not enough to make you worry for yourself, please consider the administration’s wanton threats to sovereign nations in the Americas and Europe, including our allies, Canada and Greenland. By abandoning the rule of law and separation of powers that has sustained our democracy and peace they are upsetting the rules-based international order and destroying trust in the United States. Face it. We are no longer respected or believed. For a much deeper analysis with verified sources I strongly encourage you to read and listen to the knowledge and wisdom put forth daily by political historian Heather Cox Richardson.
You may feel your little light is not important, but let it shine, friends. It’s not too late to be on the right side of history. Followers might be forgiven for believing the lies that put him in office, but for ignoring his dangerously diminishing moral, mental, and emotional state? The present crisis rises above any political affiliation and demands that we work together as Americans to save us all from tyranny and the natural world from devastation.
I believe with my whole heart and mind that Jesus weeps, along with every sincere person of every faith or no faith who has a compassionate, unselfish heart. Let our tears clear our eyes and strengthen our resolve. We can do this, for love is stronger than hate.
Innocence, love, joy, along a dirt road in Tanzania
I Wish You
Sun on your face, stars in your eyes Friends to embrace, in gray or blue skies May Nature abound in this and all seasons She gives us the reasons To seek unbreakable joys More than diamonds and toys To make room in our hearts For every being, domestic and wild For every elder, grown-up, and child No matter the place, religion or race For we are all here on Earth by grace HJ
Happy Holidays, Dear Friends, Family, and Neighbors Around the World
My 2025 started with a second trip to Africa. I loved every minute of almost three weeks in Kenya and Tanzania. Seriously. So many magnificent animals, fantastic museums, stunning landscapes, and beautiful people. From ultra urban to indigenous communities, we were greeted with smiles and grace. What a privilege to be welcomed into Maasai, Datoga, and Hadzabe villages where they have maintained the cultures they have treasured for centuries, living lightly on the Earth. While they learn from us, we have much to learn from them.
I have finally framed twenty-four of my thousands of photos and hung them at Burnhaven Library, where I also shared videos and insights, (despite my power point crashing ☹.) Stop in or let me know if you’d like me to meet you there to chat before I take the exhibit down on January 3rd. Being in a society so much less materialistic than ours only reinforced my life-long lack of enthusiasm for buying or selling. Yet I am truly honored when people connect with an image that also touched me and want to own it! So yes, my photos, calendars, and cards are for sale. I’ve recently been reminded that my book, Enchanted: Reflections from a Joyfully Green and Frugally Rich Life, is even more relevant and important now. (You can order it on my website or read it from the library.) I’m happy when people connect with my creations in any way. I’m sure I will continue to share online and by exhibiting and speaking when asked. How can I not, in a world in need of understanding, compassion, beauty, and joy?
Do I want to go back to Africa? Yes! But I am determined to focus on getting Greenie’s book out into the world. Have you heard? Greenie was here for an incredible tenth summer with me, and his mate Slimetta for a sixth. They really are miracle fishes whose story must be told. Since my submission to Lerner did not get a response, I’ll now read it with fresh eyes, make any changes that feel right, and start submitting to multiple publishers. Greenie and the Girl: The True Story of a Sunfish and his Human is a chapter book in his voice and mine covering our first nine years together. Since writing it, I realize I have several special stories that would make great follow-up picture books. I always have more ideas than time, but we’ll see what happens in this increasingly (and sadly) unpredictable world.
What is for sure is that I will continue to love connecting with the Earth’s waters, woods, and wildlife, wherever I am, as well as with her people. I will strive to speak truth and show beauty and be sustained by how blessed I feel, despite the weight of fear as unhealthy and irrational forces threaten people, the natural world, the gifts of science, the civility required for peace, the justice that democracy demands, and our precious democracy itself.
You, dear friends, and all people who believe that love is the greatest power and most worthy goal, are my joy and my hope. I wish an abundance of the same to you and all.
To see the thirsty earth dressed in white, to smell the fresh snow and feel the kiss of the cold — these remind me why I love Minnesota. But by now you all know how much I loved my trips to Kenya and Tanzania. To show my gratitude for that amazing experience, I accepted an invitation to exhibit my photos.
Whether you’ll be hunting for bargains all day or avoiding the crowds, consider joining me from 4 to 6 to celebrate and enjoy my African exhibit at Burnhaven Library. I’ve framed and hung 24 of my favorite photos from my safaris, but I can’t resist also showing you some videos to give you the feel of being there. I’ll answer questions but am hoping for conversation. So many of you know much more than I! Sorry, the library doesn’t allow alcohol, but I will bring snacks and lots of pictures like this to make us all happy.
Just three of so many elephants we saw, happy that hunting wildlife is illegal in Kenya. So am I!
If you’re still looking for a unique gift, I’ll have my 2026 calendars (wall and desk), my Dutch birthday calendars, my hand-made reusable cards, and my book, Enchanted: Reflections from a joyfully Green and Frugally Rich Life, there to buy. My framed photos are also for sale and you can order prints for only ten or twenty dollars. Yes, I feel so lucky to have been there, I want others to be able to enjoy and dream, as I did for so many years. Here are just a few of my favorites.
The famous Ngorongoro crater, looking like a painting.A red powder puff flower, just one of many fascinating plants.I call this “Longing for Kilimanjaro.” Can you see it on the horizon?Craig, the oldest tusker in Kenya, sent to me by my friend Solomon. The Great Rift Valley from one of our flights. Can you see the bomas?“I’ve got your back.” Zebras must always be watching for hungry cats.
*This is not a library-sponsored event. I will give the program at 4 and shortly after 5. The library closes at 5, but I will let you in if you need to come after 5.
Burnhaven Library 1101 CR 42, Burnsville, MN 55306 Friday, November 28th, 4 to 6 pm
I PROMISE to share more pictures of Greenie and Slimetta (as I submit their book to publishers!) I’ll also share magical scenes of Kenya and Tanzania as I prepare for two events. This coming Saturday, October 25th, I’ll be at the School of Environmental Studies – the Zoo School – for their 30th anniversary celebration ! I’ll have a table with my books and cards (and maybe calendars?) from 1 to 4 pm . Then I’ll be busy framing new photos for my November-December exhibit at Burnhaven Library.
But today’s topic has to be Marching with Millions
I am compelled to share just a few of the many photos I took at June’s No Kings Rally at the Minnesota State Capitol, part of about five million peaceful protestors nationwide. Last Saturday’s protestors numbered over seven million! I was tempted to go to feel that uplifting comraderie again, but opted to go through the pictures I already have and share some. Sadly, the signs are still relevant, and the injustices have grown. But so has the awareness of the outrageous threats to our democracy and our freedoms, not to mention our mental and emotional health! Please feel free to share this with people who agree. But also consider sharing with those who might be realizing that they have been lied to and disrespected enough and want to be on the right side of history and the compassionate side of humanity. Or just want an economy that works for everyone.
If you still doubt that he’s mad, check out the AI generated video he created in response to the millions of Americans bravely marching and speaking truth to power. Or J.D. Vance’s response to disgusting and ultra-racist comments by “Young” Republicans. Warning – they are shockingly offensive. But hopefully, motivating. Then, to bring hope back to your heart, listen to Claudia Schmidt’s new song, Indivisible.
Above, from left, Solomon’s mother, me, Mama Mary, and Solomon in front of their house.
I wrote a blog post but hoped it could reach more people. Thanks to Tad Johnson for turning it into an interview and publishing it in the local papers. Here’s the result, with a few extra photos. You can see more of Kenya and Tanzania this Saturday, May 10th, noon to 5:00 at the Lakeville Art Center. Click here for information on the Downtown Lakeville Art Crawl and all the artists. I’ll have photos, my hand-made photo cards, birthday calendars, and my book – which is needed now more than ever! Enchanted – Reflections from a Joyfully Green and Frugally Rich Life
LAKEVILLE WOMAN THINKS OF KENYAN FRIENDS ON EARTH DAY On Earth Day, longtime Lakeville resident Holly Jorgensen found a way to connect her Minnesota community to her Maasai tribe friends half a world away in southern Kenya.
A chance meeting with a Maasai man during her nine-day African safari in January 2024 led to striking up a friendship with Solomon and her eventual return this spring to Kenya to meet more of her Maasai friends she has stayed in touch with online in the past year.
Jorgensen, who authored the book “Enchanted: Reflections from a Joyfully Green and Frugally Rich Life,” has always been interested in how humans can reduce their impact on the Earth, but her visit to Africa deepened her exploration.
The Maasai, a nomadic tribe that lives in areas of Kenya and Tanzania, leave behind virtually no environmental footprint other than the ones they make in grounds surrounding their villages.
After learning more about the Maasai, Jorgensen felt their way of living would be a good message to share during Earth Day close to home and she returned the favor by bringing Lakeville Friends of the Environment Earth Day T-shirts to her Maasai friends on her trip in February and March.
“I was hesitant to offer T-shirts to people who wore much more beautiful and meaningful traditional clothing, but was encouraged to bring them by people in the know,” she said. “I told the family I was bringing Earth Day shirts because I so respected the Maasai way of living lightly on the Earth. I also hoped it might be a small connection between Kenya and Lakeville. Whatever their reason, they graciously accepted them with appreciation.”
Jorgensen’s connection to the Maasai started during her 2024 safari when she visited a village. Later, she saw Solomon, a Maasai warrior, standing guard outside between the hotel and the wilds of Amboseli.
Despite the language barrier, Jorgensen struck up a conversation with him and the two exchanged phone numbers.
“When he asked me for my number, I thought, why not? I could always block him if need be,” she said. “When our group was leaving and everyone was saying ‘Good-bye,’ he said: “See you later!” I thought, no, you won’t. But Solomon was right. Our brief but regular communications on WhatsApp are just part of all that compelled me to return to Africa in 2025.
“I had always been intrigued by indigenous communities and respected their unique lifestyles and relationships with animals,” she said. “I’ve always been curious and enjoy meeting people — especially ones I can learn from.”
Jorgensen wrote about her frugal lifestyle in her book and maintains a blog at hollyonthelake.com, but she said “in Kenya were people who had much less impact on the Earth and climate, had many fewer material goods, yet were beautiful, gracious, friendly, and seemed happier than many Americans.”
The Maasai live in homes made of mud, cow dung and sticks, allowing the homes to “melt back into the Earth” when they need to move.
“I wouldn’t suggest we Minnesotans could or should live like that, but seeing them makes one wonder just how big and fancy our homes need to be,” she said. “What materials might be kinder to the Earth than the ones we use and discard, use and discard, use and discard?”
She said the Maasai raise cows, goats, and sheep, but they rarely kill them for meat. They drink milk and, as strange as it sounds, blood from the animals. When an animal is killed, they use nearly all that the animal offers to make food, blankets, clothes, and other items.
During her recent trip, Jorgensen visited Solomon’s family and received three special beadwork necklaces and several bracelets from his wife, who thanked Jorgensen for paying for their daughter’s school fees and hospital visit after the girl fainted.
“When I asked Solomon’s younger brother what was the best thing about being Maasai, he didn’t hesitate before saying ‘family.’ He went on about how they live together, share what they have, take care of each other, and respect elders for their wisdom and vision concerning the Earth,” she said.
She said she’s no expert on the ancient culture, as the more she learns the more she realizes how little she knows about it.
“What I do know is how truly indigenous — meaning ‘of the land’ — they are, even as they are forced or choose to adopt some modern ways,” she said.
Jorgensen has always had an affinity for nature, but said her African safari made her fall in love with the whole Earth.
She said during her visit she didn’t experience the dry, cracked ground from droughts or raging rivers from floods.
“But reading, watching documentaries, and staying in touch with African friends, I can’t ignore the fact that climate events are increasingly murderous to precious lives, both human and wild. So forgive me if I keep attempting to speak for the Earth as I share photos of its splendid, yet vulnerable inhabitants.”
Jorgensen, who will have some of her African photos on display during the Lakeville Art Crawl on May 10 and a Burnhaven Library exhibit in November and December, said Solomon recounted to his family his first meeting with Jorgensen in the grassland.
“In his soft voice and Maa language (interpreted by teacher Ann) he said ‘I couldn’t understand your language, but I could see your heart,’ “ Jorgensen said. “I was overwhelmed and humbled by the way they honored me. I resolved to strive for whatever Solomon saw in me that first day. Was it openness? I hoped to develop the gift of seeing into hearts, or, at the very least, acknowledging the heart in every body, regardless of how different their appearance, language, or customs.”
Tad Johnson is a managing editor of Sun Thisweek and the Dakota County Tribune
Solomon, Mama Mary, their pastor, friends, and their youngest son by the open doorway to their home.
Solomon’s younger brother, Benjamin, helped us translate. Solomon’s daughter, Faith, (not pictured) works with AMREF promoting the girlchild’s health and rights.
Solomon’s son is wearing a jacket my mother made and Mama Mary holds a small quilt that I made, with pictures of northern animals on it. Along with the T shirts and some twinkling solar-powered lights to keep the lions away, they seemed appropriate gifts, knowing they would give me precious traditional hand-made beadwork. I suspect she learned beading from her mother, as I learned quilting from mine. Are you surprised they would wear anything warm? I was, but the rangers wore sweaters all day and it gets “cold” at night.
Daughter Mary was at school, where we visited earlier. This is lovely teacher Ann, who translated for us.
The trees in Kenya are famously photogenic, but don’t supply a lot of wood, as our white pine do. That explains a lot.
I forgot to take a selfie. That didn’t matter. I found myself in other determined and bright faces. I will remember standing there on the Capitol steps, as I remember standing against the Vietnam war and for civil rights. Flags of all kinds waved bravely in the cool, crisp wind and warm sun. The numbers were too vast to take in with my camera, eyes, mind or heart, but somehow putting all those words on all those signs seemed to loosen their grips on our aching souls. In bold and clever paint, blunt reality replaced promising lies. Creativity built camaraderie. Terrifying boogeymen became hilarious. Profound and profane words worked together for good. Scribbles on cardboard and works of art danced on sticks held high above 25,000 heads. Heads dizzied with cognitive dissonance, anger, and fear were welcomed into a community of kindness, clarity, action, and hope. They – WE – four million people across America and overseas – calledout cruelty, corruption, and corporate control and calledfor compassion and rule of law.
This was the largest demonstration in United States history. Now we need to vote out the traitors and hold the crooks accountable.
(I know these zebras were in my last post, but their pose inspired my holiday verse.)
Let's all come together Raise our eyes to the skies Seek the light of truth Nurture peace in every heart Choose joy and show it Celebrate love and grow it
What’s up with the Red? While Black Friday is known for businesses turning a profit and consumers getting deals, the holidays also put many people in the red – in debt. Maybe that’s why I’m thinking more about the tall, thin Maasai in red than the round Santas in red. While I have so much more to learn about this fascinating indigenous tribe, I invite you to ponder with me how people can be happy choosing to live simply.
On my trip to Kenya we had the privilege of visiting a Maasai village (boma) and learning about their traditions. Being herders, they always moved their stock to fresh grazing grounds, which any farmer knows is as beneficial to the land as to the animals. While moving requires building new houses (manyattas) of mud, dung, sticks, and thatch, the old houses gracefully melt back into the earth with the seasonal rains. Compare that to the resources we use to rebuild or remodel buildings just because they are “dated”.
Many people are horrified to learn that the traditional Maasai diet is mostly milk and blood obtained from their cows, sheep, and goats (without harming them) along with what they can forage. Isn’t that a definition of sustainability? I am more horrified by the fact that the US throws away about 40 billion pounds – almost 40% of the US food supply – every year.
The Maasai adult’s clothing was always immaculateToddlers? Not so much, just like anywhere.
This favorite moment was too short, and a reason to go back. Thanks to Geoff Barnard for capturing it!
My best gift from Kenya? Besides the spectacular wildlife, I treasure the invaluable perspective gained by connecting with her beautiful people, whether traditional or modern. On my next trip, (Spoiler alert! I’m going again, and to Tanzania!) we will be touring Kibera, the largest slum on the continent of Africa, as well as exploring cultures, changes, and challenges more deeply. I look forward to sharing what I can when I can, and I hope you’ll stick with me for the ride.
Have you ever wondered how I can afford to travel to Kenya having worked at meaningful but low-paying jobs all my life? There are clues in the blog post and newsletter I wrote in November of 2019 to counter-balance the tsunami of Black Friday ads. I called it Turning Black Friday Green. With inflation and climate change, it’s even more relevant now, since it’s about saving money and saving the planet. It was sifted from my book, Enchanted – Reflections from a Joyfully Green and Frugally Rich Life. By the way, they make great gifts, as do the 2025 calendars I just created from 13 of my favorite photos of Kenya. See, I’m not against capitalism! Here’s a sneak peek – September, March, January, and May. You can order my book, wall calendars, desk calendars or Dutch Birthday Calendars on my website www.hollyonthelake.com (even if I haven’t updated the photos there!) or email me holly@hollyonthelake.com
In the interest of irrepressible joy, I will re-share a video sent by my Maasai friend Solomon of an elephant parade accompanied by heart-lifting music. Please note the drought-ridden landscape. The matriarch is leading her family to water – if it’s still there. Consider for just a moment how over-consumption in our land (and insistence on fossil fuels) is causing climate change to devastate lands around the world. Then enjoy the video, as I have many times. I have seen African people exhibit joy, warmth, and hospitality, despite their hard lives and endangered habitat. Let me know if you are interested in changing lives. There are many safe, easy, and rewarding ways to help. Or just be thankful for all we have.
By the way, an x-ray showed my fractured vertebra is healed – in only five weeks! One more thing to be super thankful for. With joy, thanksgiving, and hope, Holly
Knowing how caring you are, I suspect that got your attention. But is it true? Well, sort of. Let’s fact-check it. My medical chart says “fall from horse”. I’m not an expert rider, but not as incompetent as that makes me sound. Did the horse throw me? That implies intent. My dear friend Mary’s horse Nikki is a good, sweet horse and would never intentionally hurt me. So what happened?
Fear. Something in the woods spooked her, and she spun. I flew off and landed hard. Horses are prey animals, surviving by being hyper aware of their surroundings and reacting with lightning speed. So who’s at fault? No-one. Did I end up at the hospital? Yes, after passing out at the post office and hitting my head yet again, this time without a helmet. The CT scan showed a good hard head and a fractured lumbar vertebra.
How am I feeling? Incredibly lucky. I didn’t pass out in the woods. Nikki didn’t run far and we were able to walk her and Dallas back to the trailer. My hip only started to hurt at Mary’s. She didn’t have any ice but gave me a bag of frozen enchiladas to put in my pants. I didn’t pass out on the hour-long drive home! When I did pass out, I had stopped to mail a book at the post office, only blocks from the hospital. A kind man yelled “Call 911” and said “You fainted and hit your head.” Then he whispered “You had an accident,” pointing to my wet pants. I assured him, “Oh, that’s just the enchiladas melting.” I’m sure that made him think I had a concussion, but I didn’t, so it just gave us a much-needed laugh later. Dear friends Carol and Mike brought me and my car home. I can still say I’ve never spent a night in a hospital. I can still say I’ve never broken a bone, since the fracture was a relatively minor one. Pain? Clearly, it was severe enough to make me faint, and the doc prescribed an opioid. But I didn’t need it. The bruise was a spectacular purple, green, and yellow painting from waist to knee, but not as painful as you’d expect. I was, and still am, just very tired. Which makes it a bit easier to follow doctor’s orders – no bending, twisting, heavy lifting, yardwork, vacuuming, swimming, long walks. Dang! But that means more time to work on Greenie’s book. Oh, and the bill? Thank God (and Democrats) for Medicare and insurance! Yes, I am extremely grateful the adventure wasn’t worse!
The moral of the story? Unfounded fear is dangerous. Whatever Nikki thought she saw caused fear, which had serious consequences for me. Mary always walks her horses back to “fact check” the terrifying log, rock, or squirrel, alleviating the imagined danger.
So why the dramatic headline? To illustrate what our fear-mongering presidential candidate would have done, along with mentioning that the horse was black and vicious, the post office was at fault, and the ER was spending your money on a careless old childless cat lady – none of which is true. Well, the horse is black (and beautiful!) and I am a childless cat lady. Thank goodness! I have Leo and Lucky to snuggle with and friends to help with chores while I recover.
I’m sorry if I worried you for a moment, but I do hope you will check the facts and vote for honesty and integrity. Haitians are not eating our pets. Immigrants commit crimes at a significantly lower rate than American-born citizens. Our economy would collapse and food prices would soar without immigrant labor. It was Trump who blocked the bipartisan immigration reform bill, only to have something to rant about. The last election was not stolen, yet he incited a deadly insurrection and refused to stop it for several tortuous hours. Are you against abortion? No one, ever, will force you to have one. But women and girls are dying for lack of reproductive health care. The economy is strong. The markets are strong. Inflation is going down. Wages are going up.
You think Trump will help the economy? 82 Nobel Prize winners in economics and science say he’s a danger to our country. He rescinded 100 environmental protections while in office and still refuses to recognize the existential threat of climate change. With devastating wars around the world, we need a rational, respected, honest, informed, and compassionate leader. Not a racist convicted felon with six bankruptcies whose own chiefs of staff and 200 top Republicans warn us how narcissistic, mentally unstable, and dangerous he is.
One last thing: I believe with my whole heart that Christ weeps every time con man Trump claims to be a Christian.
I’d hoped to share more African animals on this blog, but figured my friends would want to know about my latest animal encounter, even if it wasn’t as magical as some or as terrible as the headline made it sound. I also feel I have a responsibility to plead with you to VOTE. Give Kamala Harris and Tim Walz the chance to prove that truth, compassion, and joy are more powerful than lies, greed, and chaos.
Okay, here’s one gorgeous lion looking up in peace and optimism. Please stay tuned for a true story about the lion in Rwanda who saved a woman from genocide. Yes, even a lion can be powerful and compassionate.