What does this say about our nation, our state?
When I was a little girl
- I remember the smell of a spring morning – rich with the scent of freshly turned earth.
- I remember walking barefoot through dew-covered moss & feeling the warm sun on my cheek (even as a brisk wind tried to chill my soft skin).
So maybe, in 5 years or so, another generation is so visibly altered from my own & created too quickly.
Shouldn’t there be 10-15 years between generations (didn’t it used to be 20)?
Shouldn’t there be some sort of collective consciousness that we can all claim a piece of?
... my grammatical sense fades as I become more enraged …
How is it that a person 3-4 years my junior has never picked an apple from an apple tree?
- Are they not from my state, the figment of an old man’s presumption?
- Or – do things really change that rapidly?
God help us / Goddess save us from this constant state of flux & departure from beauty & innocence.
Give us strength to remember …