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September 19, 2020

Heather Cox RichardsonSep 20, 2020 1,791Comment 102Share

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An early night for me, folks.

Tonight's photo is from friend and fine artist Jim Root.

He took it twenty minutes after a big storm crashed through.

I’ll see you tomorrow.

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Pam OrrSep 20, 2020

Like thousands of us tonight, I am devastated over the passing of our indomitable Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg. But, It was time for her to rest, to stop fighting the pain, the medical procedures she underwent that kept her going. I am as distressed as anyone about her no longer being here to fight for the justice this country so desperately needs, but in a way I’m glad she is at peace. A body can take just about so much, and she had coaxed hers into hanging on just as long as she could - with no small measure of pain, I fear. I am thankful for her indomitable spirit; we can honor her by being as much like her as possible - quietly persistent in our resolve for a better nation and determined that justice, real justice is done. (I want going to post this, but I have been needing to say something all day! Thank you so much for your pictures of ME where I spent many a summer on the coast!)

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Claire C ThompsonSep 20, 2020

Thank you Claire Crotty Thompson...

For Ruth Bader Ginsberg

When Great Trees Fall

by Maya Angelou...

When great trees fall,

rocks on distant hills shudder,

lions hunker down

in tall grasses,

and even elephants

lumber after safety.

When great trees fall

in forests,

small things recoil into silence,

their senses

eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die,

the air around us becomes

light, rare, sterile.

We breathe, briefly.

Our eyes, briefly,

see with

a hurtful clarity.

Our memory, suddenly sharpened,

examines,

gnaws on kind words

unsaid,

promised walks

never taken.

Great souls die and

our reality, bound to

them, takes leave of us.

Our souls,

dependent upon their

nurture,

now shrink, wizened.

Our minds, formed

and informed by their

radiance,

fall away.

We are not so much maddened

as reduced to the unutterable ignorance

of dark, cold

caves.

And when great souls die,

after a period peace blooms,

slowly and always

irregularly. Spaces fill

with a kind of

soothing electric vibration.

Our senses, restored, never

to be the same, whisper to us.

They existed. They existed.

We can be. Be and be

better. For they existed.

#rbg

#thenotoriousrbg

#ruthbaderginsburg

#gratitude

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