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Enough Is Enough

It is my intention today to declare that I have had enough. I am sharing this statement issued last week (before the latest massacres) from the leaders of the Washington National Cathedral.

“The escalation of racialized rhetoric from the President of the United States has evoked responses from all sides of the political spectrum. On one side, African American leaders have led the way in rightfully expressing outrage. On the other, those aligned with the President seek to downplay the racial overtones of his attacks, or remain silent.

As faith leaders who serve at Washington National Cathedral ¬– the sacred space where America gathers at moments of national significance – we feel compelled to ask: After two years of President Trump’s words and actions, when will Americans have enough?

As Americans, we have had such moments before, and as a people we have acted. Events of the last week call to mind a similarly dark period in our history: “Until this moment, Senator, I think I never really gauged your cruelty or your recklessness. … You have done enough. Have you no sense of decency?”

That was U.S. Army attorney Joseph Welch on June 9, 1954, when he confronted Senator Joseph McCarthy before a live television audience, effectively ending McCarthy’s notorious hold on the nation. Until then, under the guise of ridding the country of Communist infiltration, McCarthy had free rein to say and do whatever he wished. With unbridled speech, he stoked the fears of an anxious nation with lies; destroyed the careers of countless Americans; and bullied into submissive silence anyone who dared criticize him.

In retrospect, it’s clear that Welch’s question was directed less toward McCarthy and more to the nation as a whole. Had Americans had enough? Where was our sense of decency?

We have come to accept a level of insult and abuse in political discourse that violates each person’s sacred identity as a child of God. We have come to accept as normal a steady stream of language and accusations coming from the highest office in the land that plays to racist elements in society. This week, President Trump crossed another threshold. Not only did he insult a leader in the fight for racial justice and equality for all persons; not only did he savage the nations from which immigrants to this country have come; but now he has condemned the residents of an entire American city. Where will he go from here? Make no mistake about it, words matter. And, Mr. Trump’s words are dangerous.

These words are more than a “dog-whistle.” When such violent dehumanizing words come from the President of the United States, they are a clarion call, and give cover, to white supremacists who consider people of color a sub-human “infestation” in America. They serve as a call to action from those people to keep America great by ridding it of such infestation. Violent words lead to violent actions.

When does silence become complicity? What will it take for us all to say, with one voice, that we have had enough? The question is less about the president’s sense of decency, but of ours. As leaders of faith who believe in the sacredness of every single human being, the time for silence is over. We must boldly stand witness against the bigotry, hatred, intolerance, and xenophobia that is hurled at us, especially when it comes from the highest offices of this nation. We must say that this will not be tolerated. To stay silent in the face of such rhetoric is for us to tacitly condone the violence of these words. We are compelled to take every opportunity to oppose the indecency and dehumanization that is racism, whether it comes to us through words or actions.

There is another moment in our history worth recalling. On January 21, 2017, Washington National Cathedral hosted an interfaith national prayer service, a sacred tradition to honor the peaceful transfer of political power. We prayed for the President and his young Administration to have “wisdom and grace in the exercise of their duties that they may serve all people of this nation, and promote the dignity and freedom of every person.”

That remains our prayer today for us all.

The Right Rev. Mariann Edgar Budde, Bishop of the Episcopal Diocese of Washington
The Very Rev. Randolph Marshall Hollerith, Dean of Washington National Cathedral
The Rev. Canon Kelly Brown Douglas, Canon Theologian of Washington National Cathedral”

 

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/08/06/rdp-tuesday-intent/


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There and Back Again

I need a little vacation. I need to get out of Dodge for a spell. I need to go someplace where I do not have to worry about anything other than avoiding orcs and a few grumpy dwarves.

A couple of days ago I commenced a re-reading of the Lord of the Rings. Yes, yes, I am a Ringer. I’ve read the trilogy before, as well as the Hobbit.   I’ve seen all the movies—the extended director’s cut with all the bonus material —many times over. I’ve read parts of the Silmarillion. I have not read Children of Hurin, The Unfinished Tales, and the Middle Earth histories.  My plan is to get through all of these if I can.

My journey may take just a couple of weeks, several months, or a year. Circumstances may draw me back to the real world, but I hope that I can go there and back again before that happens.

“I’m having an adventure!” — Bilbo (from the first Hobbit movie) .

Note: if you’re a Ringer too, you may be interested in going to the resource page at the Tolkien Society.  I’m like a kid in a toy store there: https://www.tolkiensociety.org/links/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/08/03/rdp-saturday-commence/


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Melt-in-Your-Mouth Goodness

My creativity took a detour through the kitchen today. I have been seeing posts and videos all over the Internet for “avocado toast “, so I had to try it out for myself.    I had the bread, an avocado, cream cheese, harissa paste, a lime, and Trader Joe’s Everything Bagel seasoning.    And there you have it:

LJG 2019

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/07/19/rdp-friday-melt/


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Garden Log: Notes to myself about planting

This post has been made for my own reference, though I hope it might be useful to you as well if you do any sort of gardening. One of the reasons that  I volunteer at a local community garden is so that I can learn skills to apply to my own garden work. Yesterday we sowed corn and planted squash and pumpkins.

 

Here is what I learned:

On sowing seeds:

  • Clear away all weeds and other debris,
  • dig a furrow where the seeds will be placed,
  • put in some fresh compost, followed by fertilizer or enhanced soil,
  • press the seeds into place, distance between seeds the width of a fist, the depth twice the size of the seed,
  • cover over,
  • sprinkle with water,
  • spread a light layer of mulch

On setting out plants

  • In the cleared soil,
  • Dig a hole  the size of the plants container,
  • trowel in some compost and fertilizer,
  • mix in one small spoonful of mycorrhizal root inoculant,
  • Gently remove the plant from its container and set into the hole ,
  • Lightly water and surround the plant with mulch.

 

 

ljg 2019


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Some Thoughts about Solitude and the Creative Life

Lonely Beach on a Rainy Day

My first response regarding solitude and the creative life was to say, “Of course!  The creative life absolutely requires solitude.”   I absolutely must be left alone when I write or paint.  I don’t want others tagging along when I am in “photo-shoot’ mood.

But then I thought about my drumming.   I don’t drum when I am by myself.   I should.  I need to practice, but it seems like I cannot drum unless I am with other drummers or musicians.

Then I thought of those who are involved in quilting bees, crafting circles, or other group art-making projects.  The social component seems like a necessity.   I know writers who produce their best works at writers’ workshops or weekly writing meetups.   These creatives don’t NEED to be together to produce a product– yet it is part of their process to collectively make art or write.

So like many functions of life, the need for solitude in the creative life depends on the person and the art form.

But I will tell you now, if I say “I am spending the day writing,” do-not-bother-me.    🙂

Ljg (c) 2019

 

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/07/11/rdp-thursday-solitude-solitary/


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Orgulous

I learned a new word today: “orgulous”.  It is an adjective meaning haughty, proud, ostentatious, disdainful.  Based on this I took some pictures and wrote:


A Haiku:

Nasturtiums flaunt
brash colors across my yard
–Jealous salvias.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ljg (c) 2019

 

 

 

 

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/07/10/rdp-wednesday-orgulous/


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Playing

I wrapped up my long holiday weekend by tidying up my art -making space and playing in my sketchbook.   I am experimenting with doing very quick landscape rendering is both watercolor and Prismacolor pencils.   Here’s the space and an example of a tiny rendering (about 3.5 x 2.5 inches).

       “Dune”, 3.5×2.5, watercolor and pencil

 

ljg 2019

 


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La Dolce Vida


I woke up this morning with a splitting headache. I don’t usually have them, so I suspect that it might be stress-related.  As I parked in bed trying to decide whether to get up or take a sick day, I turned on the Saturday morning cooking shows. Giada was on, talking about the sweetness of life (especially if you have the means to float around the Mediterranean slurping pasta).  She shared the image above, three women doing that very thing.

Now I don’t usually go around taking self-help advice from Food Network stars, but she had a point.   So I hauled myself out of bed, enjoyed a cup of coffee, made up a bubbling potpourri of soothing scents, spent some time at my art-making space, and in a few minutes I will be leaving for the drum circle

Life can be sweet, if you let it.

 

LJG 2019

 

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/07/06/rdp-saturday-sick/


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This is NOT a Product Endorsement

Through my school years, I had teachers who corrected papers and graded tests with blue pens, green pens, and, most scarily– red pens.   Later on, I worked for various people with specific pen choices:  a man who would only write with purple gel pens and a woman who only wrote with Sharpies.    I also know people who don’t care what they write with– pen, pencil, iron-gall ink, crayons….

I think writers in particular (though not all) are fussy about their writing implements.  Some writers have rituals around their writing practice:  place, artifacts in that place, time of day, special music, a special journal, and, of course, PENS.   I truly think they believe that the creative process only flows if they use that one specific type of implement.

I would not go that far, but I do admit that I have a pen preference.   I don’t believe that the Muse will have a hissy-fit if I don’t use it; my reasons are purely practical.

I use medium felt-tip Papermate Flair pens in black.  My reasons are that I can write while in an inclined position which is how I usually hand-write my journaling and they are so economical that I won’t have a melt-down if I lose one of them.

Hehehe, and I bet you were wondering how this post had anything to do with the Ragtag theme of the day?

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/06/26/rdp-wednesday-flair/