My "Beth Station"

Near my cozy spot on the couch in the living room is a little shelving unit. This holds all the things. 

There are word search books, coloring books, sketchbooks, crayons, markers and colored pencils. I have MANY pens, and an assortment of little notebooks and journals, all of which which are necessary.  No, really. They are.

Glasses cleaner, lip balm, hand lotion, two coasters, and a little clock round out the collection.

There are quite a few poetry books as well. Each one has a bookmark. I love to pick out one of the poetry books and read for a bit each day. The bookmark shows me how far I’ve gotten in each book. 

My friend Nicole came over the other day. She took one look and said "And there’s your Beth Station." I smiled from ear to ear. 

I love having the things around me that give me joy.

Why, yes. It IS my Beth station. 

All That Is Old And New

In old buildings, I feel safe, most especially in libraries. They have a spirit of place I find lacking in modern buildings. 

I have never had the scared, fearful feeling others get in old buildings. To me, they feel like….home. I can still sense all the living that happened there so many years ago, and it feels so good to me.

So many of these buildings were left to us by local people of means who knew the precious gift was so vital.

No, they weren’t perfect. But, in making certain that schools, libraries, roads, bridges, universities and museums were built, they gifted us an important key to our future. If it also ensured their own legacy, then so be it! 

Nowadays, I don’t see leaders like that. It’s all about lining their own pockets, building power, and eliminating anything that stands in their way.

There is no general national morality aimed at the greater good of our country. This obsession with the controlling of others genitalia, sexuality, and gender expression is not morality. It’s an abusive form of control kink masquerading as holiness.

We are also preoccupied with productivity to the point whete no one can stop being a cog in the mechanism long enough to figure out how to breathe and create something of their own. Hard work is a wonderful thing. But lets separate it from a person’s worth as a human being, shall we?

Our inability to unite for greater causes, and to ensure a legacy for future generations is shameful.

Our ancestors are rolling over in their graves at our empty souls and selfish hearts. What are we becoming?