Walk a While with Me Friend – The Women’s March Continues for a 3rd Year in Eastern WA

Please enjoy my article and photos for the March/April 2019 Edition of the Loon Lake Times

Walk a While with Me Friend
The Women’s March Continues for a Third Year in Eastern Washington
By ElizaBeth Coira

How do you choose to honor our democracy?
How do you choose to advance “we the people”?
How do you choose to strengthen and grow our beautiful nation whole?

In the shivery, wintery days of late January this year, Americans across the nation showed up and spoke out. For the third year in a row the Women’s Marches convened in response to a rising sense of tyranny, taking ever deeper root in our national governance, while threatening to divide and separate us here at home. In eastern Washington we the people gathered January 19th in both Spokane and Chewelah to indeed honor our democracy, and express our concerns over issues that include women’s rights, human rights, immigration policy, accessible healthcare, economic and social justice, environmental protection, governmental corruption and fraud, and so much more. Thank you to those that marched for so many reasons yet united, in our desire to evolve our society and find a better way, for the greater good…for us all. Continue reading

Who Stole the Heart of Our Homeland ~ By ElizaBeth Coira

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The time has come for Americans of good conscience to reclaim our nation from the plights of greed, apathy, and egregious evil that have assumed control of our nation. We can no longer continue to look the other way. We can no longer cower in the shelters of relative comfort, and mind-numbing entertainment. The time has come to rise. Rise to the call within your Heart. She will show you the way.

Shall We Awake From This Nightmare ~ By ElizaBeth Coira

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May this nightmare never come to full fruition. We must shatter the sickly seeds that have already taken root.

As I write from a smokey, hazy eastern Washington state; I wonder who could ever truly believe that chopping down trees, “thinning out” forests, would actually reduce our risk of fires.  Dense forests hold in more moisture and create balanced, thriving micro-ecosystems–which are more resilient to fires. Just take a look around. Wander through a dense forest. And wander through one that’s been thinned, harvested, slaughtered. What feels right, healthier, balanced? I can assure you it’s not the one that’s been gutted out.

What sickens me more than the smokey haze is our current leadership’s audacity to insert an agenda of profit and greed as a solution to the effects of our already egregious state of environmental degradation. May we the people rescue our great country from the grips of this unspeakable, unfathomable, undeniable evil before it’s too late. May this poem be a warning of what is not inevitable, but of what may come to pass, should you continue to sit idly by, doing absolutely nothing for the Greater Good that has nurtured you.

Happy Election Day ~ By ElizaBeth Coira

Will this world burn?

It already is.
Another day I can’t really go
Outside
Without poison invading my lungs and eyes

The smokey haze of forest fires
Extreme heat
Too many days
Without the cool embrace of rain

While climate change deniers
And public health protections
Get louder
Dry out
A sick joke feeds the haze

The ego, greed, hate, fear
Hurt, corrupt more hearts and minds

I wonder if the devil
Has reserved a place
For Trump, his family, donors, supporters
And the common voter
–All enablers of an unspeakable, unfathomable, undeniable evil

I wonder what have I done
To deserve such company
For surely Paradise
Is the Here and Now

Planet Earth as Heaven
There’s a case to be made
As well as for those who choose otherwise

Farm out her virtues
To the highest bidder
Sell off her honor
To the basest of bastards

I’d like to say
I’ll see you in hell
But so many books claim
This is All

And since we must sit
Tete-a-Tete
I suppose I shall thank you
For marching us straight
Into the depths

Who votes for the devil
To do God’s work
I sure as hell didn’t
And we shall not forget
Those of you who do