Monday Morning Musings:
Sun rising, moonset
another day to fret
we can’t forget
ever, not yet,
the agitation in the nation–
whatever the frustrations–
instigators and insurrectionists,
racists, and white supremacists,
in armed rebellion to overthrow–
it really happened—and they must go.
They should be tried for their crimes—
spreading lies, hate, violence, and plagues—sad times
for our country, for the world, I cry
for us all, for those who’ve been lost—the wind sighs
with their ghosts. This is not who we are, some say,
yes, it is, but we can find another way.
Some will always be lost to hate,
leave them to their fate. Deflate
what is possible, build from the ashes, anew.
See there—the sun rises–golden beams reflect on blue,
in rosy haze, the geese take wing, then land—
and like them, I hope we can have and stand,
with leaders who try to serve
the many, not themselves only—preserve
out of many, one—come together, the sun rising, just begun.
I’m sure everyone knows what happened this past Wednesday—insurrectionists, incited by President 45, attempted to overthrow the U.S. government. He, the GOP lawmakers who supported him, and those who engaged in sedition should be arrested, removed from office and jobs, and tried. In addition to hate and sedition, they also most likely spread Covid. I’ve been thinking a lot about the Rising Sun chair. It’s the chair George Washington sat in while presiding over the sessions of the Constitutional convention. James Madison later wrote that Benjamin Franklin said of the chair, “I have often looked at that behind the president without being able to tell whether it was rising or setting. But now I… know that it is a rising…sun.” You can see the chair here.
I also thought of how thousands, including me, have marched in peaceful protests.
Merril’s Movie Club: Last night we watched Elizabeth is Missing, which features an outstanding performance by Glenda Jackson. It was shown in the U.S. on Masterpiece. Some may not wish to see it because Jackson portrays a woman with Alzheimer’s. It was somewhat upsetting to me in that it made me think of my mom. At the same time, the movie and her portrayal are so accurate and sympathetic, that I felt myself thinking that’s how it must have been for my mom—except that she was nearly blind and far less mobile than Jackson’s character. The story, however, is about Jackson’s character solving two mysteries. The present-day disappearance of her friend, and the decades-old disappearance of her sister.
We’re about to start Season 2 of Occupied (Netflix). Season 1 of this Norwegian series was excellent and exciting. I also finished Bridgerton (Netflix). I probably don’t have to say anything about that. Binge and swoon. (But if you don’t know anything about it, it’s a period piece and a Shonda Rhimes production. My daughter described it as Jane Austen with sex.)