Meeting Persephone

I'm no bard. I find myself oddly crippled when it comes to expressing the depth of emotion I feel when I see something good or bad (see?). When I first heard about the crisis in the Gulf Coast I felt completely overwhelmed to the point of physically choking on the effect the images were having on me but I had no idea at all how to put it into words. Nothing I can possibly say would ever encapsulate all that I feel when I see what has happened and continues happening. Maybe I'm just far too simple-minded.

There is no humor I can find, no clever or witty statements I could make, no grand epiphany that would suddenly solve the entire problem so the loss of life could come to an end. I'm sure I haven't felt anything that others haven't already felt or thought of themselves when confronted with the grotesque and devastating imagery. I certainly couldn't express my frustration any better than anyone else. And even if I could - would it matter? Would our elected representatives listen anyway? No. They're all too busy occupying themselves with border wars. Who can be the hardest on illegal immigrants? That's how they hold onto those offices that give them all of their self-importance. There is life leaving Earth permanently and politicians are more worried about who crosses imaginary lines in the sand.

So I sit here with this soul deep sick feeling that I can't seem to shake. I fight on the front that I'm equipped to fight. I hope that something is done soon but fear that it won't be soon enough. Millions are now gone and species that were once plentiful are now endangered or extinct because someone didn't check a battery to make sure that an emergency switch would operate as it was supposed to. All I can hope is that maybe that front I am prepared to fight for will come closer to acceptance considering the mess that has been made by human hands. Of course the facts are ignored there just as much as they are in the Gulf.

I need sleep. I keep depriving myself the last couple of days because my husband's cousin may or may not need to talk to me in the middle of the night because she and her children are struggling so much with the recent loss of her father. I continue doing research in the hopes that it will persuade my MiL to use that plant that she has legal access to in her state but the corruption and propaganda struck deep and I may never get through to her. Hope everyone else is resting well.

The Trash Heap has mumbled incoherently.