All in on those big changes, of course. I've been there for decades. I was there before those things had names. I mean, you know, that's me. I've been around.
Thank you, Chris. I needed a good dose of rage today. In a (distance) session with a healer yesterday, she dared me to feel rage. Not just anger, grief, and weariness. This morning you may be my rage proxy, for which I am sorry. You deserve a break from carrying all that, as do other decent seeking people who continue to be f-ed over at every turn in this country. Thanks for being a truth teller, man of principle, and for making us look at what we’ve wrought—white peoples, in particular—over and over. Thank goodness we have the trees, rivers, and mountains (for a little while longer) to restore some kind of inner equilibrium from one day to the next.
Thank you, Chris. I had the experience some years ago when we attended a rotary club meeting in which our daughter was presented with a scholastic award. Your piece in the HDJ is a gem.
Ah. My weirdest related incident was at Indian Days in Browning a few years ago. Two, maybe? It was right when all the kneeling stuff was raging. Julia and I remained seated for the national anthem and it was ... intimidating. No one hassled us, though.
This was very satisfying to read. Thanks for not pulling any punches.
Thank you, Naomi. And thanks for reading.
All in on those big changes, of course. I've been there for decades. I was there before those things had names. I mean, you know, that's me. I've been around.
Solidarity, bro.
Always.
Thanks for the good reads here and at the journal.
Thanks, Thomas.
Thank you, Chris. I needed a good dose of rage today. In a (distance) session with a healer yesterday, she dared me to feel rage. Not just anger, grief, and weariness. This morning you may be my rage proxy, for which I am sorry. You deserve a break from carrying all that, as do other decent seeking people who continue to be f-ed over at every turn in this country. Thanks for being a truth teller, man of principle, and for making us look at what we’ve wrought—white peoples, in particular—over and over. Thank goodness we have the trees, rivers, and mountains (for a little while longer) to restore some kind of inner equilibrium from one day to the next.
Thank goodness indeed, Holly. And thank you.
It’s always been pretty obvious to me that Lucy runs the show.
(Always enjoy your honest and transparent posts, Chris.)
Thank you, Chris. I had the experience some years ago when we attended a rotary club meeting in which our daughter was presented with a scholastic award. Your piece in the HDJ is a gem.
Thanks, Nia. Also, where is the pledge generally a requirement? I can't even remember the last time I encountered it.
Ah. My weirdest related incident was at Indian Days in Browning a few years ago. Two, maybe? It was right when all the kneeling stuff was raging. Julia and I remained seated for the national anthem and it was ... intimidating. No one hassled us, though.
I KNOW! It was one thing in the friggin' 70s when I was a kid, but still? Yeesh.