twilight

Today’s word prompt from Margaret of the Ragtag Community is crepuscule, meaning twilight.  It may be because I’m getting older that twilight for me symbolises the last days of life — my life or possibly life as we know it. I am not a religious person so I take no comfort in there being an afterlife.  In fact, at this point of my life I find death a frightening prospect, if only because I will never see my children again and because of the state of the world that my generation has bequeathed them.

I used to say to one son when he expressed despair about our earth that the earth needed his help; it needed bright, young minds like his to work on solutions to environmental problems.  I think we have both surrendered to the inevitable now, but we won’t go down without a fight.

I went deep into my photo archives for the photo for this post.  It is a photo of my other son, my youngest.  That young man is over 6″ tall now.  He is the reason I started blogging a year ago.  To see that first post on the case for same-sex marriage, click here.

It seems like only yesterday that we took that photo, but time and twilight waits for no man.  No, we won’t come inside.  As one of my fellow bloggers said recently, “There is still so much to see and do.”  Outside.  In and for our world.  Where there is life, there is hope.  The solution lies in us.

This Rupert Holmes song, Escape, is dedicated to my Uncle G.  Missed by family and friends.  We used to sing this song together when I was a young girl.  It was all completely innocent.  And fun.  I like this song because it shows that we can be the change.

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Regards
Tracy

In response to the Ragtag Daily Prompt — Crepuscule.

21 thoughts on “It’s Getting Late. Come inside?”

  3. This is a really moving post Tracy. Thoughtful and wistful. There are a lot of us “not going down without a fight”. And I still want to hope, though I suspect my son feels the same as your elder boy.

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  4. I still want to hope too, but I find I’m often in despair about the inability of our government to act on things that really matter and how we are leaving it all up to younger generations to clean up the mess- if it isn’t already too late.
    I read your earlier post too, Tracy, very well put. And thank goodness the postal vote went the fair and just way so resoundingly.

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    1. I despair too, Jane. It is the powerful protecting the powerful (and sponsoring candidates with a particular world view

      I was worried about the postal vote, Jane. It was pretty ugly and left a few scars. I thank the Australian people for their support. It seems these important issues shouldn’t be left to politicians.

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  5. Thanks for pointing me in the way of your first post, so well-argued and thought provoking. Good luck to your son, who is at least born in an era when coming out, however difficult, is acceptable. How intolerable it must have been when a prison sentence was a real possibility. Though intolerance, in many areas of life, seems on the march again.

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    1. Thanks Margaret. That first post was a huge deal for me. Thankfully the Australian public voted overwhelming for the law to be changed to allow marriage equality and that has now occurred. I am grateful that Australians seem to be more tolerant these days. But the debate was nasty and it seems to have emboldened intolerant voices. It would be nice if the leaders within government would tell those who continue to complain to shut the fuck up and move on. Sorry for the swear word but damage was done.

      There was a spin-off benefit from the vote and that was that it encouraged a lot of young people to enroll to vote and become politically active. I hope they stay active because their views matter.

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