Someone left a comment on my blog post today, with a link to this post on Substack from An Irritable Metis. It includes a poem by David Budbill, a Vermont Buddhist poet who I always admired. The post is excellent, if hard to read, but what really got to me were the comments, which are from both Canadians and Americans talking about the authors question, What can we do? (If you have trouble loading the comments, it worked better for me to click on the comment icon at the bottom of the original post.) B.

Oh, how I long for that day too, Rachel! And I wish I could be in Mexico City, eating tamales, sold by a tiny Nahuatl woman and her family who make them from the freshest chicken I've ever tasted. We have the same issues with our groceries, and have come to almost enjoy the "surprises." I hope your black-eyed peas bring you good luck, and that God's eye is there for you always.