Journal Entry: the Chinese Long March

Journal Entry: the Chinese Long March

Feb. 9, 2021                       My home, USA                            74

Dear Journal,

I fell into a great depression Sunday, Feb. 7. I am okay now.

Finally, after many years of denying it, I am admitting that I have depression. This is a major victory for me. To live in honesty instead of denial is a good thing.

That’s when I began to think of the Long March.

Long March

I am thinking about the Chinese Long March. I think of it a little differently than historians write about it.

Historians say that this was a march by military communists. It began in 1934 to 1935. It was about 6,000 miles long. Supposedly, it was one army running from another.

I think of it as a march by a desperate people who were hoping for a better life. So they walked from one life into another.

Only the life they walked into wasn’t different. It was the same ole, same ole done by people with different names but the same motive: to gain power no matter the cost.


The stories from that march tell of ordinary people including families with young children walking everyday, doing without adequate food, water and rest. The stories tell of people who gave up and committed sucicide.

The stories tell of how they cherished the red flag and thought the people who carried it were friends and helpers. The stories tell how many times these people were betrayed.

They ran from one situation straight into the exact same situation. Stories from the after-the-march time tell of the same awful things continuing to happen.

So Journal, how do we, in this time and place, use the lessons of the Long March?

I realize that running to a place or time where I think the grass is greener is a mistake. If I do that and actually arrive in the greener-grass-place, I will soon find that it is the same ole, same ole just in a different place. 

I realize that depending on someone else to fix whatever problem I want fixed is another mistake. Depending on others often leads to betrayal.

And, yet, as Opral says, “No one makes it alone. Everyone needs help.”

And, as I have explained, “Pull yourself up by your bootstraps is nonsense.”

Possible Solution

So maybe the solution is to find others who want to solve the same problem you do, join those people and work with them to problem solve.

Maybe the solution is to have many groups and each group focus on the solution to one problem and only one problem.

Maybe the solution is to find people in your geographic area who are committed to solving a certain problem rather than depending on groups formed on the internet or social media.

I say “geographic area” because I understand the elements of a problem in my area but may not understand the elements of the exact same problem as it exists in another area.

Journal, the only thing I know for certian is I’m not going to go to the greener-grass-place and I will continue to find solutions to the problems that trouble me with or without the help of others.

And so it is.

Dr. Barb

Barbara Lucas, PhD

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Journal Entry 3: Articles of Impeachment

Journal Entry 3: Articles of Impeachment

Jan. 25, 2021                            USA                                             74

Hi Everyone,

The purpose of a personal journal is to provide a safe place to record one’s thoughts, feelings, opinions, actions, ideas, and activities.

A journal is a written record of one person’s life written by that person.

It is a historical document, and it is sacred.

So why do we need a safe place?

We have all witnessed the harm done to individuals because of something they said or did in their past. We have, also, witnessed the harm done to individuals because of something an ancestor did long, long ago.

Some folks have forgotten that the nature of a human is to change, to evolve.

By journaling daily what is going on in our life, we document our changes and evolutions.

I would journal

If I were to share my journal entry for today, I would write:

“Today, the House took Articles of Impeachment for Donald Trump, past president of the United States, to the Senate.

I felt sad.

Several times in my life I have taken the Oath of Office that says, “I will defend and protect the Constitution of the United States of America against all enemies, foreign and domestic.”

I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that the President and his family were watching the rioters on Jan. 6, 2021. They thought it was a show, a way of proving how people would follow the President.

That a family who has profited, not only profited but grown wealth, would destroy the system that gave them the opportunities to do so is beyond belief.”

And I would continue writing until I could journal no more.

What I wrote doesn’t seem that dangerous, but if I were to post this on social media someday there might be someone who would dig wide and deep to find what was written and use these words to harm myself, my family, and friends

This is what we are cautioning our children about.

Posting on social media can be the wrong thing to do so I will continue journaling.

I hope you will begin and maintain your own journal.

After all, words matter. Your words matter. My words matter.

And so it is.

I know it’s hard but do it anyway:

Be relaxed. Have fun. Learn lots.

Dr. Barb

Barbara Lucas, PhD

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