Not painstaking but...

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Page one of two....

Certainly time consuming; doing my civic duty these days means more than half-heartedly paying attention to the barest news items. In addition to signing up for American of Conscience Checklist, I'm pondering other avenues of using my voice. Today I wrote down all the Republican U.S. senators, their office phone numbers, and the end year of their terms. You never know when you might need to call an elected representative.

I've never been an active activist. I vote, I stay informed in a manner that doesn't push me into lasting depression. I pray. I've signed petitions, made my opinion about the incoming administration pretty damn clear on this blog and other social media accounts. Within my books my feelings are best noted; all people are treated with respect.

Page two. I double checked the phone numbers, hopefully they're all correct.

I am flummoxed to the level of bigotry and fear that continues to pervade my nation; equally I am aware I will not outlive it. What I can do for the rest of my life is continue to speak out against injustice, write stories that remain true to my beliefs, teach my grandchildren that love is an essential element in our existences, and not be afraid. Fear is the weapon of those who wish to control others. I must remain stalwart in my opposition to such intolerable, bigoted practices. It takes time out of my day to make my viewpoint known, hours I could be writing or sewing. Yet living my faith and wanting this democracy to thrive matters as much as the yarns I spin or quilts I create. I didn't wish for this, but sometimes the best laid plans become lists of names and contact numbers. Not to get preachy, but if liberty and justice for everyone means something to you, act on it in whatever manner you feel able. Just as I write and sew by the spirit, I will do all I am called to until my country is guided by different leadership.

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