Mirrors and sleight of hand

Magicians have long used tricks and misdirection to hoodwink their audience. We need to be aware of similar tricks in the political world. The drama unfolding in the USA is a classic example of a cynical exercise in misdirection – threaten and carry out unspeakable acts, born of a cynical and self-serving political machine, and then soften the blow – making something appear ‘good’ because it isn’t quite so ‘bad’.

History should teach us that this sort of ‘machine’ needs nipping in the bud, before it becomes all-reaching and impossible to oppose. Sickened by the level of sycophantic speeches in support of an utterly flawed regime, I cringe to think what will happen next.

Wake up, wake up, and call out the politicians who are combining to create a megalithic monster.  Any person selling their conscience cheaply will one day share the guilt of every evil outcome of an evil regime.

After the end of WW2, the next generation said ‘why did ordinary, decent people allow this to happen?’ I ask the same question today. Why did people carry out such draconian measures? Was it because they had been taught to view the people crossing the southern border as ‘less than human’ – as ‘animals’ and ‘rapists’? Were they ‘obeying orders’ or ‘colluding in an evil act’?

Wake up, America – the world is watching. The soft words of the First Lady will not distract us – we watch for a complete change of direction – and maybe a miracle?

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The line in the sand

I don’t usually use this blog to air political matters, but this morning I woke to something which I regard as the ‘line in the sand’. The early news carried film of Mexican children, wrapped in survival blankets, lying in wire cages – on American soil. The audio tape of their heartbreaking tears could not fail to call a mother to action.

In the 20th century, our parents (or grandparents) failed to rise up against the horrors unfolding in Nazi Germany. Our generation has often been mystified at their lack of action or protest. I can recall my own mother saying ‘We didn’t know – we just didn’t know’. Maybe, in her part of the country, folk didn’t know – and even if they had, would they have had the tools to protest, to make their revulsion known?

I don’t intend to judge another generation – but I can speak for this one. We cannot turn a blind eye to such wrong-doing by what has hitherto been regarded as a leading Democratic Country. If the mighty USA is not called to stop and think again, then the entire world is in peril.

Already, there are American voices crying out against this monstrous iniquity. I know that the footfall on this page reaches across the world – and it is across the world that we need to call out the USA government for the slippery path upon which they have wandered.

There are equally dreadful situations world-wide, I know. Day by day, week by week, we feel pulled one way or another as our hearts are moved and our minds confront horrific regimes wreaking violence upon the weak and vulnerable. I do not suggest that they are any less worth our prayers or our protest. However, the USA has historically been a flagship of democracy – flawed, as all human endeavour is flawed, but still, supposedly, one of the ‘good guys’. People the world over now see actions which carry shocking echoes of the cold carrying out of orders to ‘separate’ and ‘deal with’ the ‘outcasts’, the ‘un-chosen’, the ‘different’, the ‘animals’ (ring a bell?) and the ‘dispensable’ of Nazi Germany – and of Apartheid South Africa – and of…

If we (especially mothers and fathers) and all who have respect for human life and the rights of the poor, join together and add our voices in support of the dissenting voices in the USA, we may achieve what our 20th century forebears failed to do – and bring an immediate end to the horrors of family separation on the Mexican border.

I am not a political campaigner. I do not show up at protests. I work (mostly) behind the scenes to promote what I believe to be right and true and good. BUT, this is my ‘line in the sand’.

Is it yours?

If the USA government is permitted to get away with this, it sends a powerful message to all despots – ‘you don’t need to worry – do what you like – no-one really cares’.

Can you allow this to happen on your watch?

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The speed of Spring

I can’t remember a spring which has ‘sprung’ with such speed and energy as this year’s – I have been out and about with my camera, trying to capture the subtle, lovely changes. These track a period of about 10 days. The fox cub is one of two (from a litter of 4) who came exploring our garden the other evening. They are more usually to be seen playing in the field behind the house.

My camera captures some of the beauty, but can only hint at the pure joy it inspires!

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Fickle

The weather in the UK has been about as fickle as I can remember. From spring flowers – to arctic blast – back to spring (slightly battered) flowers.

I can remember the big freeze of ’62/’63 – the year in which I built an igloo. There’s photographic proof somewhere in the family archive – but I have just wasted 30 minutes trying to find it – and failed. You’ll just have to take my word for it!

The ice on top of last week’s snow, reminded me of that year, but whereas then, the snow lasted for 6-8 weeks, here, it was gone within 48 hours, and today, we are back in springtime once more.

 

Looking back through the family albums, I was struck by the enormous changes in fashions, over the years. Just think of all those ‘must have’ items that we wouldn’t be seen dead in now. Perhaps we should have invested our money more wisely. Something to think about the next time we get an urge to spend. And, maybe, as Fairtrade Fortnight trickles to an end, we could think a bit more about the people and places which help produce the things we buy… thinking about other people’s lives helps put things in perspective.

Fashions and fads are fickle – but there’s no need for us to be fickle too.

 

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Shame

Oh dear! I can’t believe it is so long since my last visit to this site – my only excuse is that I have been fairly diligent in writing on my other wordpress site (honeypotbooks) and I have been both busy and ill – catching practically all this winter’s bugs (apart from norovirus and housemaid’s knee).

Here are some of the reasons I have been distracted:

Yes, that thing called Christmas, then following the builders, the Great Decorate (not yet completed), the cat (of course) and the beauty of North Wales – not to mention writing, painting, baking, entertaining… (I didn’t bother to photograph ‘ill’!)

Roll on Spring!

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Journal progress

Silence in the blogosphere is not evidence of inaction, rather the precise opposite. So, the promise of the odd journal crossover holds true – it’s just that I have been sooooo busy that it hasn’t happened… until now. So here is a taste of October in the Lake District:

‘Allan Bank in Grasmere – a wonderful NT property, with commanding views of the lake. Semi-destroyed by fire in 2011, it remains ‘unfinished’ in regard to decor etc. but it is the centre for family activities and creativity – providing many ideas for Honey Pot based activities for 2018! Walked the Woodland Walk (lots of steps & a tunnel + play areas & kitchen garden – so much for children). Met a class doing ‘forest school’ waterproof shelters. Brilliant.’

OK, so not Earth-shattering – but here are some of the photos:

If you want a more thought-provoking journal, I highly recommend ‘A Constant Heart’ The War Diaries of Maud Russell 1938-1945 Edited by Emily Russell, published by Dovecote Press. A completely different view of WW2. If you have visited Mottisfont and seen the tempting tasters written on table napkins around a wartime dinner table, you will know what I mean! This book has been in my hand for the past three weeks – un-put-downable!

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Where have all the starlings gone?

The thing about starling murmurations is that they happen spectacularly just before you have your camera ready or just after you get bored, give up and put your camera back in your pocket. And when they are gone, they are gone.

Meanwhile, clouds of chaffinches get in on the act, suggesting that we have become too focused on starlings.

The joy of bird-watching!IMG_3875

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