Gratitude Sunday: It’s Your Voice

Gratitude * Sunday
Sunday’s heartfelt tradition.
A time to slow down, to reflect, to be grateful.
A list of gratitudes, our gratefulness feeds one another.
Quoted from Taryn Wilson
Joining the Gratitude Sunday Tradition at Wooly Moss Roots.


Sunday Haiku
Grateful Earth absorbs
gulps of water descending
from gray quilted clouds.

Sunday Musings
This week’s white page brought me to thoughts about voting. I registered to vote when I was 18, in 1971, just after the legal national voting age was lowered from 21 to 18. Now there is discussion about lowering it to 17. 18 may be soon enough as our teenagers are showing fewer signs of early maturity. If they can go to war for us at 18, however, they deserve to have a vote as well.

In Oregon we have the luxury of voting by mail. An information pamphlet is sent to your registered address. A ballot follows in a few days. Ballot boxes are placed in strategic areas such as near lending libraries or courthouses; your ballot may be dropped into the secure heavy metal boxes. You may alternatively spend the price of a stamp, walking no further than your own mailbox, and return it by mail, but it must be received before 8:00 pm on voting day. Postmark date does not count. I double check the voting date, as I dislike getting that wrong and missing the day. I am close to a ballot box, but I still vote early.

In the days before vote-by-mail I remember the hassle of getting to the polling place, often in local granges, churches, city halls, or even private homes, especially when I was working. Retired elders volunteered in shifts to man the polling stations and the voting box. You were handed a ballot upon entering the building, went into a small booth, pulled the curtain closed behind you for privacy, and used only the pens or pencils provided in the booth to mark the ballot. You sealed the ballot into an envelope, signed the outside, handed the sealed ballot to the volunteer, who then announced “[Your Name] has voted” as they deposited your vote into the voting box. Some of the elderly volunteers would remember me from year to year, and they always thanked me for voting. It felt very official.


I have voted whenever I can. Sometimes work hours (a 14 hour day when I was younger) or access (transportation issues) made it difficult for me to vote. I like the old way: if you have to go to a voting place, election day should be a federal holiday to allow every citizen access to the polling place. I love the convenience of voting by mail; I can always vote because accessibilty covers a wide range of days and processes. I love voting. It’s my duty. It’s my right. It’s my privilege. It’s my voice.

Your vote counts. Every vote counts. The more we say the more we can change the world. The more people take advantage of using their voice, and performing their duty by voting, the more we protect the rights and wishes of the people through the privilege of having your say. It’s your duty. It’s your right. It’s your privilege. It’s your voice.

We make a difference every 4 years. We are going to have another chance in 2016. We can change the world. It’s our duty to help preserve this earth for future generations as it has supported us well until the last 80 years or so with industrialization and rampantly greedy capitalism. It’s our right to say we want a change. It’s our privilege to work toward what we know is right. It’s our voice. Let’s sing out our votes loud and clear.

Color Watch – blooming attractions in my neighborhoods this week – sun dappled pond water beyond brightly lighted green trees; DSCN6851 rain refreshed hens-and-chicks sedum, edges browned from a long hot summer; DSCN6691 rain diamonds sparkling on white silken spider threads above a variety of green sedums. DSCN6682

Current View – bingeing all week on The Guardian (CBS TV series 2001-2004) starring Simon Baker, Dabney Coleman, and Farrah Fawcett, about a lawyer arrested for drug use and his relationship with his laywer father and father’s law firm.


Currently Reading – The Janus Stone (2011, fiction) by Elly Griffiths; Health at Every Size: The Surprising Truth About Your Weight (2010, health) by Linda Bacon; The True Power of Water: Healing and Discovering Ourselves (2005, science) by Masaru Emoto. Yes, concurrently.

Are you considering reading a Winter Classic?


This week I have been grateful for:

  • Getting over being down with a recent infection and antibiotic.
  • The son listening and using some home health remedies advised by his mother to help rid himself of a similar illness.
  • Shawls and blankets to accommodate rapidly fluctuating body temperature.
  • Feeling well enough to get back into the pool.
  • Electric lights to brighten gray daylight hours.
  • Working with a Boy Scout on a Merit Badge. I love teenagers. They are so creative, so smart, so curious. They do require time; you have to listen, not lecture.
  • A friend who lost her elderly Nana to golden stardust this week, and that her Nana had a long and lovely life and children and grandchildren who loved her, and an end to her physical pain.
  • Still learning new things every days after all these years, like the value of silence.
  • Learning to use my two ears to listen twice as much as I speak with my one mouth.
  • Water.

Hoping you have a lovely week.

Namaste. Peace. Blessings.


Floral ribbon border by Laurel Burch

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