The Tears of an Agapanthus

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Hannah Keene 2019

I often cry these days. Not just because my husband died a year ago, although that’s the occasion for tears on some days. But I more often cry out of despair and fear, and a feeling that my life’s work has been in vain. I spent my career as a teacher of 4th and 5th graders. Two thirds of my teaching years were in underserved neighborhoods where I tried with everything I had to give the necessary skills to my students so that they would be able to break out of a cycle of poverty. And for all my students over the years, whether middle class or below the poverty line, I tried to instill in them a love of learning, and a curiosity about the world. Each year I worked to create a cooperative classroom where students could learn from their mistakes, take risks, and help each other succeed.

These days I sometimes wonder if my 20+ years of teaching made any difference at all. I do know that I made a difference in my individual student’s lives, but I find myself wondering if that made any difference in the wider world. Across the globe I’m seeing genocide, bigotry, hate infused rhetoric, riots and protests caused by the desperation of ordinary people who can’t make ends meet. I see the very rich becoming the super wealthy while ordinary people can end up on the streets because of one medical bill too many, or an expensive car repair that is necessary in order to get them to their underpaid job. I see the 1% of the world’s wealthiest people buy influence and power that subverts democracies. I see desperate immigrants arrive on the shores of more stable countries because of climate change and violence in their land of birth. And I see the more stable countries genuinely unable to take in an infinite number of refugees. I also see some leaders, especially in my home country, the United States, flat out deny science and refuse to work toward limiting the carnage that will be unleashed by a warming planet if we do nothing. 

I am the first to admit that I am more fortunate than most. My husband and I had access to good educations, and although we each had times of unemployment while rearing our children, we were never both without a job at the same time. We had access to good and affordable medical care when our younger child faced a host of serious medical problems shortly after birth. And for most of our working years we each worked in jobs that had a decent salary and excellent benefits. Money was often tight. Sometimes very tight, and we did without a lot of things. But we knew that we could keep a roof over our head, put food on the table, and send our children to school. That counts as well off in most of the world.

I took that knowledge, that we were privileged compared to most of the world, and dedicated my life to working for justice, trying to level the playing field through education, and believing that while no system of government is perfect, democratic and parliamentary systems of governments are the best options we’ve got. And I now see them crumbling into authoritarian and autocratic systems that seem to disproportionally  benefit the most well off of citizens. It’s not much of a surprise, then, that societies world wide are devolving into a us vs them mentality with each side of the spectrum not trusting the other.

I have some theories as to how this has come about, but unfortunately I don’t have any nuts and bolts ideas as to how to fix it. Because it’s not just the United States, or France, or Venezuela, or Hong Kong that’s falling apart because of inequitable resources and whole segments of the population that have been left out of the power loop. It seems to be global. I keep trying to work on equity, kindness, seeing each person for who they are and trying to have honest conversations about where we disagree. I work every day at showing each person that no matter where they are on the income scale, or what the color of their skin is, or whether they have made serious mistakes in their lives, or whether they are immigrants or native born, they matter. I can do this on an individual basis, person by person. But I feel overwhelmed. And I feel like it’s not enough.

A flower cries, the stones cry out, and I weep. Who will remember the forgotten of the world?

Posted for Ragtag Daily Prompt – A Flower Cried.

K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge: Reflections

Click on each photo to enlarge. Also, see if you can find two reflections of me taking these photos with my phone.

Also Posted for Six on Saturday

Images: Hannah Keene 2019

Some images may appear to be so similar as to be the same, however, if you look closely, they are not. Some show more, or different, reflections than others, or show more of the inside structure of the shop. Enjoy!

Posted for K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge: Reflections.

K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge:Reflections

I took this photo of Purple Fountain Grass against the bright blue of the hood of a parked car this afternoon. To my surprise, when I looked at the photo this evening, I discovered that there was the reflection of clouds on the hood of the car. I’ve played around with the color a little bit, both to emphasize the contrasts, and to have a little fun. But this isn’t far off from the original. The striking blue of the hood of the car was what made me think of creating an angle for the shot that would show the fountain grass against the car.

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Hannah Keene 2019

*Look closely in the bottom right hand corner and you will see the curve of the hood of the car. Look in the lower left hand corner and you will see some white in the background. That is one of the headlights.

Posted for K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge: Reflections.

K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge: Just an Illusion Part 2

The big reveal of the Big Orange Bird. If you haven’t read yesterday’s post with the Big Orange Bird, you should do that first. The birds are in the shop window that was closest to me when I took the photo, although the back one in flight did not show in the original post. The green trunk and other display items are in the farther window. The rest of the things you saw in yesterday’s post were reflections. Or perhaps Just an Illusion.

Click on each photo to see an enlarged version.

All Images: Hannah Keene 2019