I’m ready for my last book club meeting of 2017. That makes me realize how quickly this year has gone, and how little of the year there is left. Yikes. I’m ready for my surgery, Yikes again, and I’m ready for Christmas. I love looking around at the decorations in the living room and seeing the lights, the stockings, the candles, and the memories all of these evoke. Some of them are really, really old.
On my antique hutch sits a plastic Santa that belonged to my grandmother. I have candles with Santa faces on them that my sister gave me well over thirty years ago. I’m sitting here with the fire place going wondering how you put a price on these things. They may be just stuff, stuff that can go up in smoke or be ruined in a flood, and yet they have such powerful memories and emotions attached.
I am sickened by the events of late. A piece of my heart has died. I do not understand how some people do not understand sacred responsibilities: to other people, to our land that sustains us, and most important to be a decent human being. I do not understand that mentality.
What I do understand is how powerful greed is, and every single sickening event of late is powered by greed, from the tax law ‘reform’ that benefits the rich, to slashing the protection of our national treasures in Utah. The question I would love to have answered right now is: how much money has been promised to political campaigns of the future for the decisions just made? I think we would all be astounded (and yet not surprised) at the answer. There would be no hungry children in America if that was how that money was spent, instead of on campaigns.
Can you imagine a world in which a politician said, “I ask for your vote, but send your money to the American Red Cross, or Unicef, or a food bank.” Can you just imagine?