Tall Tales from Kansas

My name is Carol. I live in Kansas. I write about stuff that happens to me as I walk through the world. Most of it is true.

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…waiting for the light to return

Since my last post about the marginalizing of trans people through the invalidation of drivers licenses and ID’s because of the requirement that gender on the card match sex at birth, I have been doing a lot of thinking. Mostly struggling with what to DO? We all want to DO something to amend this injustice towards one segment of the population. My indignation over the trampling of someone’s freedom out of ignorance about the trans community has me wanting to get this changed. Just like so many things of late that I want to see changed.

I read a great quote from Anne Lamott (one of my heroes), took a long walk outside (listening to the birds), and spent some time thinking about pluralism and why is it that we can’t be more open to all people and all beliefs. Which of course made me look in the mirror and think about my lack of tolerance to those in power in this country right now.

So what I want to know is what are the things that you are doing? I mean beyond our writing letters, making phone calls, donating to causes. I need to open my eyes wider, for ways I can help, so of course I want your help.

Here are the things on my mind… paying for the groceries for the person in front of me that is short “because it’s been a really hard month”, intervening when encountering conflict to interject calmness and kindness into the equation, and trying to stop being so angry about what I absolutely can not understand and try to learn about it instead.

We gotta talk about stuff before we kill each other. I am going to have to turn off the deep, dark, horrible, revenge videos playing in my head that aren’t working and instead hang out as a peace-keeper. I think I am likely a real natural for a flower child. Okay, that may be pushing it but I am pledging to try. In the meantime, I will keep lighting candles, waiting for the light to return.

P.S. Restorative yoga has also been incredibly soothing to my soul.

P.P.S. There is a hearing today to seek a delay in the enforcement of the law invalidating driver’s licenses.

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5 responses to “…waiting for the light to return”

  1. azcrazy Avatar
    azcrazy

    Keep sharing your dismay. Keep being kind. Keep doing your art, walking, yoga, whatever keeps your sanity. Keep calling, keep protesting and keep being you. We can’t cure what is happening instantly, rather we must just attend to applying pressure. I appreciate you and your tall tales.

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    1. Carol Mulvenon Avatar
      Carol Mulvenon

      “…attend to applying pressure” I love that! I shall continue to staunch the bleeding! And write Tall Tales.

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  2. Mary Avatar
    Mary

    I finally figured out how to view/write comments on the new blog. I’ve started a monthly donation to the ACLU. It seems futile to contact our members of Congress but I still do that occasionally.

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    1. Carol Mulvenon Avatar
      Carol Mulvenon

      Mary! Love seeing your name. I am with you on the futility of communication with our congress representatives… but I’m doing it too. I like sending those lawrence postcards that are so pretty. Hoping to catch their eye 😁

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    fuzzykryptonite29a42280c6

    I’m trying my hardest to be kind. To allow people to merge in busy traffic, holding doors, giving cash to those on the street corners, buying groceries for the little library turned food bank in my neighborhood. It’s hard not to be angry 24/7 or nervous every time I encounter a SUV with darkly tinted windows. It’s exhausting but having spaces where I can find like-minded people, like this, helps tremendously. So does mending and reading.

    Debvz

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