My mother's journal

My mother always kept a journal. Old school ... in notebooks that are still bundled in boxes in my brother's basement. Too precious for the recyclers but too private to go rummaging around ... at least yet.
Opposite sides of the coin are still tempered from the same metal. Different generations still share the same underpinnings ... gardening, cooking and even nagging politicians.
This isn't my mother's journal .... and yet it is. Mom was ahead of her time when it came to feminism and ecology and was often frustrated to tears at the way women could be their own worst enemy.
Today was one of those frustrating days for me .... until a good friend reminded me that "all you can do is stick with your own values and do and write what you want - the world will catch up with you some day."
Well the world did catch up with Mom .. more or less. She did live to see most of the changes she had hoped for with women's rights, but sadly even the melting icebergs haven't changed the political doublespeak about global warming.
You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete - Buckminster Fuller, philosopher, futurist and global thinker (1895 - 1983)