• Because There’s Not Enough Wine or Chocolate in the World for This

    This has been a tough week for me. Perhaps for you, too. I avoided the inauguration, choosing instead to honor Martin Luther King Jr., truly a man of vision, integrity, and character. Nevertheless, my emotions have been turbulent. What follows is the evolution of my feelings. Feel free to skip to whatever part you need to hear today. 

    Frustration 

    “Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.”  Martin Luther King, Jr. from Strength to Love

    The first blog I wrote this week was about my frustration and dismay that so many Trump supporters reject mainstream media and rely on social media and political podcasts to form their views. In other words, user-generated content—someone else’s opinion. Facts are not expected or required.

    I struggled to think about how Trump’s supporters could possibly be influenced. How do verifiable truths become accepted again? Certainly not with factual arguments. But experiences can change minds. I hope that when it becomes clear he can’t deliver on his many outrageous promises, some of his supporters (not all–the diehard believers are beyond our influence) will become disillusioned and their disappointment will erode his power.

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    Then I thought, maybe WordSisters readers can’t bear another political conversation right now. So the next blog I wrote turned practical. 

    Survival Tactics

    The dawn will come. Disappointment, sorrow, and despair are born at midnight, but morning follows.” Martin Luther King, Jr. from Strength to Love

    It’s imperative we not give up. But the bombardment of Trump’s awful decisions and destructive actions is hard to cope with. So I thought about sharing my survival tactics. 

    1. Focus on your family and friends. This is the sphere where you can have the biggest impact. Talk often, hang out together, plan meals and outings together. Take care of each other.

    2. Consume less news. Skimming headlines is fine. When you have limited power to effect change, being informed in a topline way is plenty. Read, listen, or watch news later in the day. Allow the good parts of your day to happen first. Good stuff dilutes the overwhelm. Avoid the many opinion pieces that speculate (Trump might ___. If Trump’s cabinet does this ____ might be at risk). Save your worry and anger for actual events.

    I believe in those coping mechanisms, but sometimes the world is too heavy and we need more.

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    Inspiration 

    What finally helped me the most was focusing on Martin Luther King, Jr.’s wisdom. He continued believing and fighting for years and years regardless of the many hardships and setbacks he and the other civil rights leaders experienced. We can too.

    “Let us rise up tonight with a greater readiness. Let us stand with a greater determination. And let us move on in these powerful days, these days of challenge to make America what it ought to be. We have an opportunity to make America a better nation.” Martin Luther King, Jr., from his speech in Memphis the night before he died.

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    3 responses to “Because There’s Not Enough Wine or Chocolate in the World for This”

    1. Ann Coleman Avatar

      Excellent advice for surviving hard times!

    2. Eliza Waters Avatar

      Love your title, Ellen. And I love that you shared the wisdom of MLK, just what we need to listen to right now.

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

        Thank you! I usually avoid political topics, but felt I had to speak up this week.

  • Are You My Mother?

    A visit to the Everglades. Alligator mother.

    “Where is my mother?” the baby bird asked.

    I will go and look for her,” he said.

    So away he went.

    He did not know what his mother looked like.

    Where he would find her.

    This popular children’s story speaks of the importance of belonging, finding your tribe, your people. The kitten, hen, dog, cow, were not his mother so the little bird went on. The boat, plane, and snorting steam shovel were not his mother.

    Jody and I started our RV adventure on September 30, 2024. Along the way, we asked ourselves the question, “Are you, my mother?”

    Our search for belonging, for community.

    Perhaps it’s because 2024/2025 are political years. Perhaps it’s because we are a married couple. Perhaps it’s the insular nature of an RV park.

    The answer continually echoed: we don’t belong here.

    We didn’t find one couple or one person in the 210-site park we could share ourselves with.

    Instead, we escaped the park in our RV to take in long breaths at the ocean. In November, I flew to Texas to buy a car, and drove it back to Florida to increase our ability to leave the RV park.

    Once our search started, we decided that even though the park was beautiful and the folks friendly that it was more important to have a feeling of acceptance and inclusion.

    Inching ever closer, Jody and I have given notice at our RV park and are moving to a community in Fort Myers on Saturday.

    It’s important to not settle. Not try to fit in. To trust ourselves. Be proud of who we are.

     

    4 responses to “Are You My Mother?”

    1. Bonnie and Galen Avatar
      Bonnie and Galen

      Beth and Jodi, have you considered the Southwest? We’re in Mesa, Arizona, at a place that I, years ago, said I would never live. And I love it here! There’s great biking. In fact I just returned from a 40 mile ride where I was on an off road path at least 35 of the miles. There’s fabulous hiking nearby. The mountains are not as beautiful as the Colorado Rockies, but they’re still nice to look at as you ride. There are wild horses about 10 miles from us, if you are lucky enough to see them. I filmed video of two of them, up on their back legs, fighting! People here range in age from 55 to us old timers. And there are some even older than us!

      1. Elizabeth di Grazia Avatar
        Elizabeth di Grazia

        Bonnie and Galen, So good to hear from you! A 40 mile bike ride! Count us in! We will definitely look at the Southwest. We have one more summer of helping with Crystel’s college expenses – by volunteering – then we will plan on a trip out to Mesa. We love to hike. There is a preserve next to us that we are taking the dogs to each morning. Biking, hiking, sounds like you found your home.

    2. Amanda Le Rougetel Avatar

      Best wishes to you both as you continue to find your way on this journey. I agree that a feeling of belonging and acceptance is vital to good health and happy days. I look forward to the next instalment of your story from Fort Myers…

      1. Elizabeth di Grazia Avatar
        Elizabeth di Grazia

        Thank you, Amanda. We are enjoying hiking in the preserve next to us with our dogs. So much to expolore. A wonderful welcome to the community.

  • Let’s Talk Turkey

    Spending last week with a ten-year-old and a three-year-old, daytime conversations focused on important topics like glitter glue, building Lego structures with or without directions, how many cookies equal too many, and the dangerous wild turkeys wandering nearby.

    One night we strapped on headlamps to walk in the meadow, away from houses, turned off the lights to look at a sky ablaze with stars. The granddaughters, bright eyes plastered upward, were thrilled until remembering it was December and cold.

    Star gazing in the meadow is the kind of memory shared in social media posts, but we talked about the wild turkeys longer. Burning off energy with the younger child, her father saw many turkeys roosting in trees along our driveway. Since a neighbor told me that the turkey brood pecking through our neighborhood slept in our trees at night, I had been reading about them. Mostly about self-protection. Our smallish dog has been rushed more than once by a mom turkey protecting her poult. When he made it to the house before me, she turned attention my way. Nothing stopped her approach. We’ve been captive in our house as turkeys peck through the garden.

    Mom turkeys can sit on their eggs for a month and have not one hatch. About 20% of eggs will hatch with only 25% of those surviving their first months. Clearly not cute, poults, or baby turkeys if you prefer, are fragile and a snack for many predators. Turkey poults require loafing and roosting sites. Got to like a youngster that requires loafing territory, or fancy word for shelter, during their food search. 

    Turkeys spend their day on ground pecking for edibles and their nights roosting in trees. Our garden and grassy areas provide easy shopping for mom turkeys. We are annoyances in their family protection effort. Woodlands provide some shelter while the poults are too young to fly up to the roosting zone.

    Thanks to tended gardens, grass and woods, our local turkey population expands. Mom and the recent four poults joined a multi-generational wintering flock of about two dozen spending each night. They prefer multi-story stands with mature trees. I’ve read that up to a hundred turkeys might roost near each other. 

    This potential does not thrill me. Even our current community leave enough excrement on the driveway or in easement near the trees. As a popular toddler book says, everybody poops. In the human neighborhood, poop is not cute. The turkeys don’t care.

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