Stain-glass Eyes

Today I saw on Instagram Holden posted the latest Trump administration projections on eliminating transgender identifications.   It makes me sad he has to worry about the state America is in right now and how it contributes to fears he has for others and himself. Flag flown in Leipsig, Germany No Gender-Beautiful! I’m including Holden interviewing me.   He also posted it on social media and on his Patreon site.    https://www.patreon.com/holdenmad/posts .  Protesting Injustices Resulted in the End of The Berlin Wall  Nov. 9, 1989 I wrote this a couple of weeks ago while in Germany.    I didn’t change any of it today, as I got ready to post. I read it and feel the same things as I felt then.   Notes from 10-7-2018 I’m sitting by a second floor window overlooking a street of Sunday pedestrians passing by.   I’m in Leipsig, Germany. I’ve been in Germany for a few weeks.   Already I don’t notice people are speaking German when I walk, it’s become n

My return from Germany to the U.S., took a bit longer than I wanted. I missed my flight back from Berlin due to a very late train I was suppose to take in Leipzig.   Coffee is Always a Good Waiting Option After I arrived at the airport late, I didn’t count on not being able to rebook a flight the same day.   Unfortunately, the prices of tickets were $2,000 one-way, increasing by the hour or nonexistent. My son, Holden, suggested I allowed myself some time to get a reasonably-priced ticket. He said his friends would take me in and were waiting for me to call them. I took his advice, left Tegel Airport in Berlin, and plotted my course to Lisa and Dave’s apartment. I admit, it was difficult to be ready to go back home and have to process this delay in my brain. GRRRRrrrrrr With help from Lisa I got my new ticket through WOW, which was to take me through Keflavic, Iceland two days later. I’m still amazed at how adept she was at navigating the internet for fligh

Solutions to problems don’t necessarily come with a formula. If they did maybe we could better discover solutions for them. I think I’ve learned not to take the problems I run into as serious as I did when I was much younger.   One thing I can apply to a few problems that arise is-even if it feels personal it usually isn’t. I’m just one of many on earth. Things are so far from being about me I can count on it not being personal.   I know from experience problems seem more monumental if I’m exhausted, hungry or extremely distracted.   Or if I feel inadequate in the environment I’m in, at the time.   It also seems to hold true the other way around when problems are attached to me by someone else. The person who tries to make the problem about me is likely to be tired, famished or has too much on their plate at the time. Or they could feel insecure about something and they’re coming to their own defense. From years of hard work on this skill I ha