“Vote your values,” I hear.

“Vote your conscience.”

“Vote your future.”

“Vote your faith.”

“Vote your hopes.”

“Vote your head.”

“Vote your interests.”

Okay. Good idea. So I’m off for the day, to spend it in barefoot isolation from the news media, with my face to the sun and the wind in my hair. Looking forward to conversations with crows, gulls, and chickadees, some mud between my toes, salad from the greenhouse and cold water from the well. I’m voting for the living world. Time to go hold up my sign.

Pax, Otters…