Upside down

Dear Diary,

Winifred prefers to feed at the suet upside down.  Even when there is a full cake of suet, she likes to hang bottom up.  Winston, on the other hand, likes it the other way round.  To each his own I guess.

It now looks as if it might be raining in Boston on Saturday but at least it will be in the 40's.  I will just bring rain gear.  I have no doubt that it will not dampen the spirits of all of us who will march.  This is way to important to let a little rain stop us.  As my grandmother liked to say, "You aren't made of sugar, you won't melt."

The world seems to me a bit upside down right now.  I have felt it slowly growing in the weeks since the election.  I haven't always agreed with how an election turned out in the past but I never felt unsafe or threatened by the in-coming administration.  I do now.  Perhaps Saturday will raise my spirits.  Knowing that there will be over 370 marches world-wide on Saturday is a comforting thought.  We must stand up, speak out, and fight for what is right.

One of the most calming and powerful actions you can do to intervene in a stormy world is to stand up and show your soul. Soul on deck shines like gold in dark times. The light of the soul throws sparks, can send up flares, builds signal fires, causes proper matters to catch fire. To display the lantern of soul in shadowy times like these - to be fierce and to show mercy toward others; both are acts of immense bravery and greatest necessity.
- Clarissa Pinkola Estes