Everybody

A year ago

my second toe,

and first,

and third,

required

corrective

surgery.

Recovery

would be

slow

to show,

but now

the issue

is scar

tissue.

Meanwhile,

a terribly

difficult

infection

causing

inflammation

in a finger

to throb

and linger

has meant

that treatment

for another

ailment

is contingent

upon

what’s going

on

elsewhere.

And now

my problematic

hips and hamstrings,

additional

chronic

disablings,

can no longer

be ignored.

For all my

recovery talk,

one year later,

I can barely

walk;

an issue,

like my first toe,

started aching

decades ago.

I confess

my anatomical

mess,

less 

to complain

than to sustain

attention

on our duties

civic

to impact

our pathetic

body politic.

See what

I did there?

Compare

my shoddy

body

(and the ailments

I mention,

like 

you may

have,

are only some)

with the problem

of our politics.

As you 

well know,

pain sticks

when what

needs to be

fixed

isn’t.

Like 

an autoimmune

condition,

fighting

itself

into 

submission,

we’re in

a prolonged

flare.

There are

remedies

for various

maladies,

but much

effort

is required.

Mired

in pain

and war

is sure

to make

recovery

slow going.

But knowing

we still

have capacity

and muscle

memory

for democracy,

means

exercising

appropriately,

regularly.

Offerings

like 

No Kings

rallies

may seem

useless

against

our maladies,

but I believe

participation

is the medication

needed.

Support

candidates

beyond

your community

in order to 

strengthen

congressional

immunity

against

the MAGA

virus

inundating

us.

Donate,

show up,

email,

call….

do it all!

The process

of healing

requires

dealing

with building

strength;

a process

of length

and endeavor.

Nothing’s

forever,

but our injuries

may need

surgeries,

and certainly

therapies,

in order 

to facilitate

recovery.

Ultimately,

it’s up

to us

to do 

more 

than discuss

our disgust.

Democracy

is of,

by,

and for,

and therefore

requires

everybody.

No Complaints

I know 

it’s Thanksgiving

and being

together

indulging

bulging

handle bars

with few

holds

barred

is today’s

primary

activity,

but indulge

me an

addition

to the tradition

of gratitude:

an attitude

of no kvetching

for a day

this last

Thursday

in November.

Being thankful

for gelatinous

cranberry 

sauce

(I mean,

it’s genius),

is great, 

and hate

has no

place

at the table.

But are

we able

to let

go

of the

stuff

we know

is awful,

perhaps

unlawful,

dangerous,

or oppressing

us

just for today?

And the bloat,

the aches-

for goodness

sakes-

who wants

to hear

this stuff?

Enough.

We all

have 

discomfort

of varying

sorts,

and frankly,

I can’t 

stand

my own

endless

reports.

Conceding

needing

healing

or feeling

better;

improvement

and movement

required,

or those

admired

for not

folding

to pressure

or censure

undeserved,

is reserved

for seeing

and acknowledging

without 

complaining,

retaining

the positive

frame

from which

the name

Thanksgiving

can be a

living,

breathing,

being

without

the seething.

It’s rather

freeing.

Happy 

T-day

with no

complaints,

(at least

until

tomorrow)!