Seems I took a breather for sometime and I'm glad things are still here and I can continue.

My last entry had something to do with politics and how the seeds of division were being planted.    Those seeds have grown and will soon be set out in the cold of 2021 Winter.

We are in a strange place as a nation wanting to keep our ways while also embracing the cultures of others.   Fortunately when we remain open to learning we can grow from our mistakes, using them as stepping stones to make better choices.

As a Society wek have to start thinking differently by choice.   We know there is a big divide between the top 1% and the rest of us and it's not slowing down.

It's hard to see ahead to plan for some circumstances unimaginable then,  but very real now.     

  

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