I read these words of Benjamin Franklin.
For having lived long, I have experienced many instances of being obliged, by better information or fuller consideration, to change opinions, even on important subjects, which I once thought right but found to be otherwise.
I feel the importance of those words, the knowing we have ability and intention for change. The moon changes every evening. Our teacher hangs in the sky. I can only remember a few Fourth of July's like this one, where we can see the whole sky. It is startling to have the moon peeking so brightly in the window in July.
I just learned that Janko, who wrote Buffalo Boy and Geronimo has been nominated for the Pulitzer Prize. I am thrilled!!
We also spent some time today reading about how to deal with ticks. Terry now has 40 wonderful acres and, in that, she has inherited a raft of ticks. It turns out that guinea fowl love ticks, and also, act as wonderful sentries. Who would have thought? It was fascinating to read today of how to deal naturally with ticks, which are top of their food chain. They don't like mint, or cintronella, or garlic, so next time you are walking in the fields, eat garlic beforehand, and, perhaps, your blood will stay intact.
I used to love this day, and now there is a sadness. I struggle to stay with what the US still is, and not what has been lost. May we now regain the ground we've lost, and come back, as strong as the sun in its morning pounce. For now, in this moment, the moon is shining bright, and the night is light.
