Hello, lovely lovelies♡ 'Tis Sunday here and the sun is shining. All should be well with my little, flowery world. But. It. Is. Not. I should be delighting in the warm, sunshiny rays. But. I. Am. Not. I'm sitting here feeling sad with the results of the US election. I feel sad for those of you who voted for Kamala Harris and Tim Walz to move your country forward in a more inclusive, forward thinking way. I will miss seeing these two people exuding joy and decency as they traversed the land, talking and relating to people in their inimitable way. I will miss seeing the joyfulness of these two. And now the alternative......it's enough to drive a woman to drink (just joking..... thankfully, I didn't inherit my father's alcoholic DNA). I had no idea who Tim Walz was three months ago. What a genuine, humble and kind man he is. His innate ability to interact with everyone in a normal way was refreshing. Indeed, he was a breath of fresh air.
But here we are. A country going backwards......yet again. Instead of a felon dressed in an orange jumpsuit sitting in jail, we have him soon to be sitting in the oval office. Democracy functioning as democracy intended. The people have voted. The majority wanted a flamboyantly convicted felon, an incessant liar......(who, if my darling mum was alive would've washed his mouth out with soap until there were no soap bubbles left).....a rapist, a racist, a misogynist, ("I will look after women even if they don't want me to!! YIKES!! Mmm.....thanks...but NO THANKS!!) an insurrectionist, a wannabe dictator, a climate change naysayer.......oh my goodness, the list just goes on and on. They want a president with all these seemingly irrelevant characteristics for the top job of the land. They don't want an intelligent, black woman; an astoundingly, qualified woman. Many of his cult have classified her as dumb. Mmm....one candidate is dumb and lacking intelligence, but in my very humble opinion, it ain't the black lady.
There are many reasons why people vote for the candidate they want to serve them, and indeed you are entitled to your opinion and cast your vote. But now those who have rubber stamped Trump's, and his sidekick JD Vance's promises and odious 'to do' list, all his/their crap will be coming at you, too. You faithful supporters of his, will not be immune from his idiocracy. He doesn't give a fig about you. He really doesn't. It is interesting how millions are disengaged from politics in America and don't vote. Citizens in other countries die for the privilege of voting; a privilege many in the world do not have. Amazing too, how many don't research the facts and sift the truth from disinformation, from varied sources and draw upon critical thinking skills to ascertain 'what's what'. As Noam Chomsky once said....... 'No-one can put a truth in your mind, you have to discover it yourself'.
Now, sadly for those of you who are with me finding it difficult coming to terms with how your country has voted, I feel devastated for you. I know many of you are feeling grief over what your country has become and what may be thrown at you in the future. It is fear of the unknown, isn't it?? There are no trite comments or cliches from me that all will be okay, as one would have to ignore all he has promised he intends to do. And, we all have suspicions of what he will do, as he has repeatedly told the world; and of course 'they' have their Project 25 manifesto set in place just ready to go. AND, of course, his Supreme Court plants have granted him carte blanche, BUT, after listening to many podcasts and much reading these last couple of days there are many who are 'mobilising' to counter punch his plans.......legally of course. Perhaps, just perhaps not all the legal guard rails have disappeared. Time will only tell.
But.....as it's Sunday, I suppose I should chat about some stitching. It feels irrelevant, even futile but that is what I do here; mostly crap on about totally frivolous things.
Last year, at my favourite bric-a-brac market I happened upon a sweet cross stitch. As this verse in a poem penned by Dorothy Frances Gurney has always resonated with me, this pretty went home with me.
The perfect cross stitch verse to have in my home for it is in a garden where I find peace and tranquility like no other place. It is in my garden where God hears the whispers of my heart. For it is in a garden I feel God's heart, I hear God's joy with the birdsong of the various birds which frequently visit my garden. The willy Wagtails who build nests from indiscriminate things, to the tiny wrens who live in the bushes near the pond. Though, truth be told, a walk in my garden is not working for me today.
I always wonder why these lovely pretties so beautifully and lovingly stitched by someone end up as cast off treasures in flea markets. Did someone's loved one pass and these beautifully and lovingly stitched treasures are not wanted by a family member?? Is someone purging their 'stuff' and a pretty finds its way on the to-get-rid-of-pile?? A myriad of reasons, I suppose. When my untimely demise happens, I suppose my girls will come in and clear out all my pretties. Treasures to me.....but to them.... not so. Gosh, there's a lot of stuff here.....poor darlings. A note to myself. Purge. NOW. =) And, I must say the unenviable task of purging has already started here at my little place.
Such a pretty cross stitch. And, each little cross stitch is perfect. So much love and time went was poured into this pretty.
