The phrase “Grassroots Resistance” started me chewing over the idea of seeds. Seeds grow slowly.
The vegetable and flower seeds I planted indoors may not all have sprouted yet, but all species now have representation, even the coleus that definitely prefers warmth and the reluctant (I don’t know why) eggplants.
When the first seed of my sci-fi trilogy was planted so many years ago, I had no idea what it would become. The only questions it planted in my mind were Who? and Why? Who are these kids? and Why are they on that planet? The answers took years and years—and a lot of mind play, something to toy with while busy with kids and later with career.
What? and How? were the next questions. What was really going on? and How were they ever to get home again? That original seed evolved, needing a lot of cross-pollination and subsequent generations. Even now, I’m having to cull weeds to present a clear set of pictures leading up to the finale.
Then there are grassroots. My lawn of buffalo grass, planted by my husband in stages over three summers, holds the dirt down, helps soak up any water offerings from sky or sprinkler, and prevents weeds from overwhelming the yard.
Which brings us back to that original seed for this blog:
Grassroots Resistance
the collective action from volunteers at the local level to implement change.
The mark of a good leader is to be out in front leading people where they really want to go. On the day of this writing, I noted two separate websites carrying the same message:
People power is pushing at the leadership to act.
We’re all in this together. We are none of us DEI or we are all of us DEI, and I vote for the latter.
We’re all human, of every size and color and origin and ability and sexual orientation. We are all one species. Together we can prevent the weedy spread of billionaires trying to take over our country for their own gain.
C’mon Congress! Wake up! Get with the real world of the people you represent! That goes for Republicans too.
Kate Harrington 